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COLLECTION 


OF 


PSALMS,  HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


SUITED 
TO  THE  VARIOUS  OCCASIONS  OF 

PUBLIC    WORSHIP    AND    PRIVATE    DE- 
VOTION, 
OF  THE  CHURCH  OF  CHRIST. 


BY  A  COMMITTEE  OF  THE  MENNONITES. 


FOURTH  EDITION, 

WITH  AN  APPENDAGE  OF  GERMAN  HYMNS. 


MOUNTAIN    VALLEY,    VA., 

[NEAR  HARRISONBURG  :] 

PUBLISHED  BY  JOSEPH  FUNK  AND  SONS. 
1859. 


Copy-right  secured  according  to  law 


PREFACE 


Singing  is  an  ordinance  of  divine  worship ;  and 
when  Christians  unite  with  their  hearts  and  voices, 
and  "sing  with  the  spirit  and  with  the  understanding 
also,"  the  high  praises  of  GOD,  and  thus  express  to 
HIM  in  psalms  and  hymns  of  adoration  and  praise, 
their  gratitude  for  the  manifold  mercies  bestowed 
upon  them  in  Chrtst  Jesus  our  Lord,  or  in  penitent 
supplication,  with  melting  strains,  implore  mercy 
for  past  offences,  is  one  of  the  most  delightful,  edi- 
fying, and  heart-soothing  parts  of  His  worship. 
Those  heavenly  strains  heighten  the  believers'  holy 
longing  after  God  and  heaven — animate  them  to  press 
forward  in  their  Christian  course,  toward  the  mark 
for  the  prize  of  the  high  calling  of  God  in  Christ 
Jesus.  It  makes  them  feel  more  closely  that  in 
God  we  live,  and  move,  and  have  our  being  ;  that 
all  our  blessings  are  bestowed  by  his  paternal  kind- 
ness, and  that  our  everlasting  welfare  results  form  his 
redeeming  love  toward  us  in  Christ  Jesus  our  Lord. 

Thus  they  are  animated  and  strengthened  to 
march  on  in  their  heavenly  way,  through  this  barren 
wilderness,  to  the  wished-for  Canaan — the  heaven- 
ly Jerusalem — there  to  join  the  companany  of  those 
who  were  redeemed  from  the  earth,  and  are  harp- 
ing upon  their  harps,  and  singing  a  new  song  before 
the  throne. 

And,  as  the   Church  of  Christ  [which  is  known 


4  PREFACE. 

by  the  name  of  the  Mennonites,  have,  heretofore, 
performed  their  religious  exercises  in  the  worship 
of  God  almost  altogether  in  the  German  language, 
it  is  thought  expedient,  as  the  English  Language 
has  become  so  prevalent,  to  have  the  word  of  God 
preached  in  the  church,  and  the  religious  exercises 
in  the  worship  of  God  performed  in  that  language 
also. — Hence  a  committee  was  appointed  by  the 
Church  to  make  a  selection  of  Psalms,  Hymns,  and 
Spiritual  Songs,  for  the  use  of  the  Church,  suited 
to  the  different  occasions,  to  be  sung  in  the  time  of 
her  public  worship,  and  in  her  private  devotional 
exercises. 

Accordingly  the  selection  was  made,  and  the 
hymns  arranged  under  their  different  heads,  and 
thus  are  presented  to  the  friends  of  Zion,  in  the  ex- 
ecution of  which,  however,  there  were  difficulties 
found, — and  the  arrangement  of  the  hymns  under 
their  proper  heads  was  not  one  of  the  smallest,  and 
may  be  found  very  much  wanting  in  accuracy. 

That  believers  may  find  this  little  work  a  pleas- 
ant and  edifying  companion  on  their  way  to  the  hea- 
venly Zion,  is  the  ardent  wish  of 

THE  COMMITTEE. 

N.  B.  The  names  of  the  tunes  at  the  beginning 
of  each  hymn  correspond  with  the  Music  book 
entitled  <;  Genuine  Church  Music  ;"  and  the  Pecu- 
liar Metres  are  numbered  as  they  are  in.  the  Met- 
rical Index  of  said  Music  book. 


A 

COLLECTION  OF  HYMNS. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

J  CM.  Divininty. 

1  A   WAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song, 
J\_  To  our  incarnate  Lord  ;     > 
Let  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 

Adore  th'  Eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  Sov'reign  Power, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made, 
(O  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour!) 
Was  once  in  flesh  array'd. 

3  Then  shone  Almighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  below, 

The  Savior  left  the  skies, 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day; 
With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues, 

Their  grateful  worship  pay. 


2 


C.  M.  St.  Martins. 

HOW  shall  we  praise  th'  eternal  God^ 
That  infinite  Unknown  ? 
Who  can  ascend  his  high  abode, 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

2  The  great  Invisible?  He  dwells 

ConcealM  in  dazzling  light ; 
But  his  all-searching  eye  reveals 
The  secrets  of  the  night. 

3  Those  watchful  eyes  that  never  sleep, 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wisdom  is  a  bounless  deep. 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Speak  we  of  strength  ?  his  arm  is  strong 

To  save  or  to  destroy  : 
Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
And  endless  is  his  joy. 

5  He  knows  no  shadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  remains 
To  guard  his  promises. 

6  Justice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  7 

While  mercy  sends  her  pardons  down, 
Bought  with  a  Savior's  blood. 

7  Bought  with  that  blood  which  freely  flow'd 

From  our  lmmamiel's  veins; 
Which  his  free  love  on  us  bestow'd 
To  wash  away  our  stains. 

8  Now  may  that  love,  Immortal  King, 

Speak  some  forgiving  word, 
To  animate  our  hearts  to  sing 
The  glories  of  the  Lord. 


3 


S.  M.      Watchman — Oldford. 

1  /^OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
\J     And  hymns  of  glory  sing« 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The 'universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne ; 

Come  bow  before  the  Lord  \ 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


8  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 
The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race — 

6  The  Lord  in  vengeance  dress'd, 
Will  lift  his  hand,  and  swear — - 

«<  You  that  despise  my  promised  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

4:  CM.  Primrose. 

1  /^OMEj  let  us  all  unite  to  praise 
\j  The  Savior  of  mankind  ! 

Our  thankful  hearts  in  solemn  lays 
Be  with  our  voices  join'd. 

2  But  how  shall  dust  his  worth  declare, 

When  angels  try  in  vain  ; 
Their  faces  vail  when  they  appear 
Before  the  Son  of  Man. 

3  O  Lord,  we  cannot  silent  be, 

By  love  we  are  constrain'd 

To  offer  our  best  thanks  to  thee, 

Our  Savior,  and  our  Friend. 

4  Though  feeble  are  our  best  essays, 

Thy  love  will  not  despise 
Our  grateful  song  of  humble  praise, 
Our  well  meant  sacrifice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodness  show, 

And  spread  abroad  thy  fame  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  with  praise  o're  flow 
And  bless  thy  sacred  name  ! 


PUBLIC  W0SHTP. 


Worship  and  honor,  thanks  and  love 

Be  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  ! 
By  men  below,  by  hosts  above, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heav'n  ! 


6 


CM.  Cambridge» 

1  TT  OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
XX  My  friends  devoutly  say 

"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day!" 

2  1  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church,  adorn'd  with  grade, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bless'd  ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Savior,  reigns. 


10  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


6 


C,  M,  Rochester. 

1  /~10ME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 
\J  With  new  melodious  songs, 

Come,  tender  to  Almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  comission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God  ! 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Savior's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die, 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  offered  grace; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 


&  M.  Ninety-Third. 


'M 


Y  Savior  and  my  King, 
Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  11 

Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword, 
And  rise  in  majesty  to  spread, 
The  conquest  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  stubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey 
While  justice,  meekness,  grace,  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 
Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand ; 

And  thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A  sceptre  in  thy  hand 

5  [Thy  Father,  and  thy  God, 

Hath  without  measure  shed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  grateful  oil ! 
T'  anoint  thy  sacred  head.] 

6  [Behold.at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  Church  is  seen, 
A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  house, 
Forsake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  sweetest  thoughts  employ  : 
Thy  children  shall  his  honor  sing, 
And  taste  the  heavenly  joy. 


12  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


8 


CM.  Fairfield— Dublin. 

1  "TT71TH  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear, 

VV     And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rise  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine  ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  with  thee  that  vies 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  thy  supporting  hand  ; 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boist'rous  deep; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  seas  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 
They  saw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel. 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  \ 
While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


9 


'0 


C.  M.  Mear. 

NCE  more  we  come  before  our  Lord, 
Once  more  his  blessing  ask  j 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  13 

Oh !  may  not  duty  seem  a  load  ; 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 

2  Father,  thy  quck'ning  Spirit  send 

From  heaven,  in  Jesus'  name, 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 
Hoard  up  the  precious  treasure  there 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose, 

To  each  thy  blessings  suit, 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows, 
Produce  a  copious  fruit. 

5  Bid  the  refreshing  north  wind  wake, 

Say  to  the  south  wind,  blow ; 
Let  ev'ry  plant  the  pow'r  partake, 
And  all' the  garden  grow. 

6  Revive  the  parch'd  with  heav'nly  showers, 

The  cold  with  warmth  divine  ; 
And  as  the  benefit  is  ours, 
Be  all  the  glory  thine 

1U  L.  M.         Old  Hunclrea, 

1  TO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  bless'd, 

I     Let  songs  of  honor  be  address'd  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise  ? 


I 


14  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still  ? 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will 
3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed, 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

A  O  may  1  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice ; 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  tobe 

JoinM  to  thy  saints  and  and  near  to  thee 


li 


Metre  5.        PleyePs  Hymn, 

SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures  why, 
Will  you  cross  his  love  and  die  ? 
Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Savior,  asks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 
Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  15 

Will  ye  not  his  grace  recieve  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  you  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 
4  Dead  already,  dead  within, 
Spiritually  dead  in  sin : 
Dead  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe ; 
Pant  you  after  second  death  ? 
Will  you  still  in  sin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ? 

\_/C  CM.  Rochester. 

1  Z^IOME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  > 
\J  And,  that  your  days  be  long, 

Let  not  a  false  or  spiteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mischief,  practice  love, 

Pursue  the  works  of  peace  ; 
So  shall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  set  your  souls  at  ease, 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  just, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  ; 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  dust, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  sorrows  here  they  taste 

Are  sharp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  saves  them  all  at  last, 
Is  their  supporter  now. 


18  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

5  Evil  shall  smith  the  wicked  dead  ; 

But  God  secures  his  own, 
Prvents  the  mischief  when  they  slide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 

O're  the  proud  sinner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeemed  their  souls 


13 


L .  M .  Loving  Kindn es » 

AWAKE  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  free  ! 

He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  great! 

Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  strong ! 

When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Hath  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  good ! 
Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Savior  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP,  17 

i  Soon  shall  ipass  this  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'rs  must  fail  j — 
O  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with,  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

14:  L.  M.  Magdeburg. 

1  T1LESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God, 

Jj  Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace, 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise : 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought, 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done, 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels ; 
Redeems  the  souls  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  lives  from  threatening  graves 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  power  repairs, 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years : 
He  fills  our  store  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  souls  with  heavenly  food. 


18  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

6  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  th5  oppress'd, 
And  often  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 
But  wiü  his  justice  more  display 

In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  he  show'd  by  Moses'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Israel  his  commands ; 

But  sent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations,  by  his  Son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 


15 


C,   M.  Tisbury — Augusta, 

1  T  ET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

I  j  And  every  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  19 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  : 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own 

That  will  not  hide  your  sin  ; 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 

Jn  robes  prepar'd  by  God  ; 
Wrought  by  the  labors  of  his  Son, 
And  dyed  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


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Metre  5.         Divine  Inquiry. 

1  TT  ARK,  my  soul  !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
JJL  'Tis  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word; 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee  : 

"  Say,  poor  sinneiy  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding  heal'd  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 


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3  tc  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  wrill  1  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Beeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death, 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?': 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore, 

Oh  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 


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'B 


S.  M.  Ninety -Third. 

EHOLD  the  lofty  sky 
Declares  its  Maker,  God  ; 
And  all  the  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same  ; 

While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

In  every  different  land 

Their  general  voice  is  known  ; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

And  orders  of  his  throne. 


mmamammF 


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4  Ye  Christian  lands,  rejoice  ; 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  : 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord, 

5  His  statutes  and  commands 

Are  set  before  our  eyes  ; 
He  puts  his  gospel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  just  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit, 
His  promises  forever  sure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  [Not  honey  to  the  taste 

Affords  so  much  delight; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pass'd 
So  much  allures  the  sight.] 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim. 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

lO  L.  xM  Old  Hundred. 

1  VTTHERE  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord, 
VV     Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  pray'r  and  praise  ; 

2  «  There,"  says  the  Savior,  "  will  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company  ; 

To  them  unvail  my  smiling  face, 
4nd  shed  my  glories  round  the  place," 


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3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word ; 
Now  send  thy  spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love, 


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S.  M.  New  Hope. 

1  yTOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
JjL  Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill  ! 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
«  Zion,  behold  thy  Savior  King, 
«He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  ours  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings,  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Throught  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Savior  and  their  God. 


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1  A  LL  hail,  the  pow'r  of  Jesus,  name  ! 
f\_  Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small ! 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Babes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  love, 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall, 

Now  join  with  all  the  hosts  above, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.     . 

6  Let  ev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial    ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  O,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


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21 


CM.  Baler  ma — Sofort, 

1  A    WAKE,  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue, 
_£X  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice, 

In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  1  rejoice, 

2  5Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine  ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Savior  wrought, 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine  ? 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love 

And  hope  and  every  grace  ; 

But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteousness. 

6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  sacred  three  ! 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 

/&/&  L.  M.         Hebron — Devotion. 

1  ~T)EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
F)  Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  25 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  ofcJay  and  form'd  us  men; 

And  when,  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame, 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a^rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

60  S.  M.  Ninety -Third. 

OW  is  th'  accepted  time, 


'N 


Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Savior's  face. 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Savior  calls  to-day ! 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 

Then  why  should  you  delay  ; 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  gospel  bids  you  come  ? 


26  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Now  is  th' accepted  time, 

O  sinner!  why  delay  ? 
Come  while  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
Come  in  th'  accepted  day. 

5  All  yesterday  is  gone  ! 

To-morrow's  not  our  own  ; 

0  sinner,  come,  without  delay 
To  bow  before  the  throne  ! 

6  Oh,  hear  his  voice  to-day, 

And  harden  not  your  heart : 
To-morrow,  with  a  frown,  he  may 
Pronounce  the  word— depart, 

7  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love : 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above. 

/£t±  CM.  Salvation. 

1  TTOUNG  people  all,  attention  give 

J[     And  hear  what  I  shall  say  ; 

1  wish  your  souls  with  Christ  to  live. 

In  everlasting  day 
Remember  you  are  hast'ning  on 

To  death's  dark  gloomy  shade ; 
Your  joys  on  earth  will  soon  be  gone, 

Your  flesh  in  dust  be  laid. 

2  Death's  iron  gate  you  must  pass  through, 

Ere  long  my  dear  young  friends  ; 
With  whom  then  do  you  think  to  go, 
With  saints  or  firey  fiends  ? 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  27 

Pray  mediate  before  too  late, 

While  in  a  gospel  land, 
Behold  King  Jesus  at  the  gate, 

Most  lovingly  doth  stand. 

3  Young  men,  how  can  you  turn  your  face, 

From  such  a  glorious  Friend  ; 
Will  you  pursue  your  dang'rous  ways  ? 

O  don't  you  fear  the  end  ? 
Will  you  pursue  that  dang'rous  road 

Which  leads  to  death  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  refuse  all  peace  with  God, 

With  devils  there  to  dwell  ? 

4  Young  women,  too,  what  will  you  do, 

If  out  of  Christ  you  die  ? 
From  all  God's  people  you  must  go, 

To  weep,  lament  and   cry  i 
Where  you  the  least  relief  can't  find, 

To  mitigate  your  pain  ; 
Your  good  things  all  be  left  behind, 

Your  souls  in  death  remain. 

5  Young  people  all,  I  pray  then  view, 

The  fountain  opened  wide  ; 
The  spring  of  life  opened  for  sin, 

Which  tiow'd  from  Jesus'  side 
There  you  may  drink  in  endless  joy, 

And  reign  with  Christ  your  King, 
In  his  glad  notes  your  souls  employ, 

And  hallelujahs  sing. 

/CtJ  CM.      Arlington — Primrose. 

1     A  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
IX  A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 


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And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause  ? — 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

3  Sure  I  must  fight— if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil — endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

4  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

5  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


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C.  M.  St.  Olaves. 

ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Savior  here  ; 

0  make  our  joys  the  same. 
With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly,  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  clasp'd  the  Holy  Child! 

"  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried, 
"  Behold  thy  servant  dies; 


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««I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
"  And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  "  This  is  the  Light  prepar'd  to  shine 

«  Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
"  Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hopes, 
"  To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

5  [Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace. 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break, 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul.] 


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Metre  11.  Wesley. 


1    f  ^OME  Children  of  Zion,  and  help  us  to  sing 
V^  Loud  anthems  of  praise  to  our  Savior  &  King, 
Whose  life  was  once  given  our  souls  to  redeem, 
And  bring  us  to  heaven  to  reign  there  with  him. 

.2  In  regions  of  darkness  and  sorrow  and  pains, 
We  all  iay  in  ruin,  in  prison,  and  chains  ; 
,   But  Jesus  has  bought  us  with  his  precious  blood, 
The  ransom  provided  to  bring  us  to  God. 

3  O  come  to  the  Savior,  and  take  up  the  cross — 
Seek  treasure  in  heaven,  count  all  else  but  loss: 
His  mercy  invites  us,  then  let  us  comply — 

O  why  should  we  linger  when  he  is  so  nigh  ? 

4  We'll  fear  not  the  dangers  that  lie  in  our  way — 
His  arm  will  protect  us  by  night  and  by  day  ; 


30  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

And  this  we  must  suffer,  and  patiently  bear, 
Till  Jesus  shall  take  us  where  sufferings  are  o'er. 

/CCj  L.  M.  Retirement, 

1  TESTIS !  and  shall  it  ever  be 

J    A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon, 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star  !  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus!  yes  1  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  qell,  no  soul  to  save, 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain  ! 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 

7  His  institutions  would  1  prize, 

Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise  ! 


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Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

$)  L.M.  Salem. 

1  ]\/T  Y  hope,  my  all,  my  Savior  thou, 
JjJ[   To  thee,  lo,  now  my  soul  1  bow  ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 

1  find  thee,  Savior,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day  ; 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me",  Savior,  near  thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  ; 
.  As  1  have  need,  my  Savior  be  : 

And  if  1  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Savior,  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Savior,  reign  alone. 

5  My  suff  ring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  ; 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  sour  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 


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L,  M.  Old  Hundred. 

1  T7R0M  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
JP    Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue, 


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2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  sun  shall  rise  and  set  no  more 

3  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing; 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Savior's  name. 

4  In  ev.'ry  land  begin  the  song, 
To  ev'ry  land  the  strains  belong  ; 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 


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CM.  Primrose, 

1  /^OME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 
\J  Our  humble  strains  attend  ; 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 

Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  When  we  thy  wondrous  glories  hear, 

And  all  thy  sufferings  trace, 
What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear  ! 
What  rich  unbounded  grace  ! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

4  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  llame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 


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PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  33 

5  Dear  Savior,  let  thy  glory  shine, 
And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  on  eaith,  appear. 

/&  CM.  Divinity. 

1  A   GAIN  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 
;f\     And  to  the  courts  repair  ; 
Again  with  joyful  feet  we  come, 

To  meet  our  Savior  here. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell  ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart — the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

(/Q{  *  CM.  Balerma — Augusta. 

1    1  Y7TTH  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 
j/V     To  those  bright  realms  above, 
2 


34  •  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies, 
Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

2  Before  the  awful  throne  we  bow 

Of  heaven's  Almighty  King; 

Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 

And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

3  While  in  thy  house  of  prayer  we  kneel 

With  trust  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  mercy,  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

4  With  fervor  teach'our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  tune  our  lips  to  sing  ; 
Nor  from  thy  presence  cast  away 
The  sacrifice  we  bring. 

d4  S.  M.  Little  Marlborough. 

1  T1TELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

VV     That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
-     And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  beer^ 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

in  such  a  frame  as  this, 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  35 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

ÖO  S.  M.  Ninety-Third. 

1  A    SS1ST  thy  servant,  Lord, 
XX  The  gospel  to  proclaim  ; 

Let  power  and  love  attend  thy  word, 
And  every  breast  inflame. 

2  Bid  unbelief  depart ; 

With  love  his  soul  inflame  ; 
Take  full  possession  of  his  heart, 
And  glorify  thy  name.  * 

3  May  stubborn  sinners  bend 

To  thy  divine  control  ; 
Constrain  the  wandering  to  attend, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

4  Extend  thy  conquering  arm, 

With  banner  wide  unfurlM, 
Until  thy  glorious  grace  shall  charm, 
And  harmonize  the  world. 

ÖÖ  L.  M,  Portugal. 

1  rpHY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 

\     Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word  ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove. 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above  ; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 

And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 


36  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sov'reign  power  arid  energy  ; 
And  may  we  in  true  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

Ö I  CM.  Augusta. 

1  C\  HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears  „ 
\  }  Religion's  warning  voice, 

And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
More  precious  are  her  bright  rewards, 
Than  gems,  or  stores  of  gold. 

3  Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 

Immortal  happy  days  ; 
Her  left,  imperishable  wealth, 
And  heavenly  crowns  displays. 

4  And  as  her  holy  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace, 

{JO  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

ET  me  but  hear  my  Savior  say, 


T 


"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day,'3 
Then  I'll  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all  sufficient  grace. 

[  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me  ; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  37 

When  1  am  weak  then  am  1  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield  and  Christ  my   song. 

3  1  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  sufferings  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  grace  divine  my  heart  sustains. 

S\j  C.  M.  Solon. 

1  TESTIS,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 
»|   Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak; 

Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  bow  the  haughty  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage, 

Does  thy  salvation  flow; 
?Tis  not  confined  to  sex  or  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  offered  to  the  prince, 

The  poor  may  take  their  share ; 
No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 

4  Come,  all  ye  wretched  sinners,  come, 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew; 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 


40 


CM.  Divinity. 

1  T'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
J    Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 


38  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

2  Jesus,  my  God !  I  know  his  name  ; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust  : 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  soul  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  Pve  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


41 


I 


]V#etre  7.  Dresden, 

COME  ye  sinners,  come  to  Jesus ; 
Think  upon  your  gracious  Lord  ; 
He  has  pitied  your  condition  ; 
He  has  sent  his  Gospel  Word  : 

Mercy  calls  you  ; 
Mercy  flows  in  Jesus5  blood. 
Dearest  Savior,  help  thy  servant 

To  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love  ; 
Pour  thy  grace  upon  this  people, 
That  thy  truth  they  may  approve: 

Bless,  O  bless  them, 
From  thy  shining  courts  above. 
Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them, 

To  partake  the  gospel  feast ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  sweetly  draw  them, 
Every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest : 

O  receive  us ! 
Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  39 

^X/O  Metre  13.         Warning  Voice, 

1  TTELP  thy  servant,  gracious  Lord, 
.O.  Who  comes  in  Jesus'  name;    i 
Only  thou  canst  strength  afford, 

Thy  gospel  to  proclaim  : 
Grant  his  soul  a  heavenly  ray, 

Fill  his  heart  with  holy  fire  ; 
Help- thy  servant,  Lord,  we  pray, — 

Regard  our  souls5  desire. 

CHORUS. 

0,  for  sanctifying  grace  f 

O,  for  love's  inspiring  power! 

Lord,  we  beg  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  sweet  refreshing  shower, 

2  Give  us  to  receive  the  word, 

With  love,  and  joy,  and  fear ; 
Grant  thy  quick'ning  grace  O  Lord, 

On  all  assembled  here : 
Seal  the  truth  on  all  to-day; 

All  our  hearts  with  heav'n  inspire  ; 
Help  thy  servant,  Lord,  we  pray — - 

Regard  our  souls'  desire. 

O.  for  sanctifying  grace, 


N°o 


CM.  Primrose, 

OW  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 


The  Savior  's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

Oh  !  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 
Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  j 


40  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

He  will  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace, 
When  you  your  injured  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face  / 

4  Oh  !  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  that  All-searching  eye  ? 

5  The  dead  awaked  must  all  appear, 

And  you  among  them  stand 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraigned  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

6  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  listening  ear  ; 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapped  in  keen  despair. 


u 


t* 


S.  M.  St.  Thomas — Ayleshw 

TORD,  at  thy  sacred,  feet, 
j  Joyful  would  we  appear; 
Within  thy  earthly  temple  meet, 

To  see  thy  glory  here. 
We  come  to  worship  thee, 
For  thou  art  God  alone  ; 
In  humble  prayer  to  bend  the  knee 
Before  thy  holy  throne. 

Thy  word  is  our  delight, 

Thy  truth  will  make  us  free ; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  41 

'Tis  from  thyself  a  heav'nly  light, 
It  leads  our  souls  to  thee. 

4  Thy  goodness  we  behold, 

While  in  thy  presence,  Lord  ; 
Thy  wondrous  truth  and  love  unfold — 
The  treasures  of  thy  word. 

5  In  all  our  meetings  here, 

Our  souls  are  blessed  with  good ; 
Thou  wilt  to  waiting  minds  be  near, 
And  give  thy  children  food. 

6  So  will  we  render  praise 

To  thee,  the  God  of  Jove ; 
With  pleasure  walk  in  all  thy  ways, 
Till  we  shall  meet  above. 

40  L,  M.  Portugal. 

1  Ü  TTTE'VE  no  abiding  city  here"— - 

V  V    This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind ; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  m  We  *ve  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home  : 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

3  "  We  ?ve  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 

Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear, 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

4  "  We  've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight : 


42  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Zion  its  name —  the  Lord  is  there, 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

4tU  Metre  7.         Sacred  Herald, 

1  /~W  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
y)  Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands  ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 

Zion  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved, 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee! 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliv'rance, 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 
God,  thy  Savior,  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts, 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


47 


C.  M.  Awful  Majesty. 

le  glories  of  thy  love, 
We  sound  thy  dreadful  name  ; 


I  TTTE  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love, 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  43 

The  Christian  church  unites  the  songs 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
2  Great  God,  how  wondrous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  saints,  Almighty  Lord, 

How  just  and  true  thy  ways. 

3.  Who  dares  refuse  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worship  at  thy  throne  ! 
Thy  judgments  speak  thy  holiness 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon  that  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs  blood, 
Her  crimes  shall  speedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  she  must  drink  the  dregs  : 
Strong  is  the  Lord  her  Sov'reign  Judge, 
And  shall  fulfill  the  plagues. 

40  L.  M.  Devotion. 

1  pOMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace 
\J  Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord, 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  Gospel  word. 

2  Go  into  every. nation,  go. 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show  : 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  nigh. 

3  Hark!  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare ; 


44  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh, 
And  means  to  make  his  entrance  there  ! 

4  The  Lord  your  God  shall  quickly  come  ; 

Sinners,  repent,  the  call  obey  : 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  him  room  ; 
Ye  desert  souls,  prepare  his  way. 

5  The  Lord  shall  clear  his  way  through  all ; 

Whate'er  obstructs,  obstructs  in  vain; 
The  vale  shall  rise,  the  mountain  fall, 
Crooked  be  straight  and  rugged  plain. 

6  The  glory  of  the  Lord  displayed, 

Shall  all  mankind  together  view, 

And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  has  said, 

His  own  Almighty  hand  shall  do. 


49 

'G 


L.   M.  Rockbridge. 


^OME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  ; 
God  is  a  sov'reign  King  :  rehearse 
His  honor  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 

•    Who  framed  our  natures  with  his  word; 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;   we  the  sheep 
His  mercy  choose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Israel  that  saw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  45 

A  faithless  unbelieving  brood, 

That  tired  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "  How  false  they  prove, 
"  Forget  my  power,  abuse  my  love ; 
"  Since  they  despise  my  rest,  I  swear, 
"  Their  feet  shall  never  enter  there," 

6  [Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And" view  those  ancient  rebels  dead; 
Attend  the  offerM  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lose  the  blessings  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest  j 
Obey,  and  be  forever  bless'd.] 


50 


L.  M.  Conformity. 

1  TTIGH  on  his  everlasting  throne, 

XjL  The  King  of  saints  his  works  surveys,, 
Marks  the  dear  souls  he  calls  his  own, 
And  smiles  on  the  peculiar  race. 

2  He  rests  well  pleased  their  toils  to  see ; 

Beneath  his  easy  yoke  they  move  : 
With  all  their  heart  and  strength  agree 
In  the  sweet  labor  of  his  love. 

3  See  where  the  servants  of  the  Lord, 

A  busy  multitude,  appear  : 
For  Jesus  day  and  night  employ'd, 
His  heritage  they  toil  to  clear. 

4  The  love  of  Christ  their  hearts  constrains, 

And  strengthens  their  unwearied  hands  ; 


46  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

They  spend  their  sweat,  and  blood,  and  pains, 
To  cultivate  Immanuel's  lands. 

5  Jesus  their  toil  delighted  sees, 

Their  industry  vouchsafes  to  crown: 
He  kindly  gives  the  wish'd  increase, 
And  sends  the  promised  blessing  down. 

6  The  sap  of  life,  the  Spirit's  powers, 

He  rains  incessant  from  above  ; 
He  all  his  gracious  fulness  showers 
To  perfect  their  great  work  of  love. 

7  0  multiply  thy  sowers'  seed, 

And  fruit  they  every  hour  shall  bear  : 
Throughout  the  world  thy  gospel  spread, 
Thine  everlasting  truth  declare  ! 

8  We  then  in  perfect  love  renew'd, 

Shall  know  the  greatness  of  thy  powers, 
Stand  in  the  temple  of  our  God 
As  pillars,  and  go  out  no  more. 


51 


L.   M.  Solemnity, 

WHEN  Jesus  did  from  heav'n  descend, 
He  came  to  be  the  sinner's  friend; 
Was  moved  with  pity,  love,  and  grace, 
To  save  the  human  fallen  race. 

It  was  the  kindness  of  our  God, 

A  precious  gift  on  us  bestow'd 

To  let  us  know  that  Jesus  is 

Our  life,  our  way,  and  righteousness.  ] 

A  doctrine  of  the  greatest  worth  : 
The  Son  of  God  appeared  on  earth, 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  47 

When  he  assumed  our  flesh  and  blood, 
And  sacrificed  himself  to  God. 

4  Was  it  the  angels'  great  delight 

To  view  that  woundrous,  glorious  Light, 

The  Son  of  God  in  flesh  array'd, 

For  which  both  kings  and  prophets  pray'd  ? 

5  Howhighly  thankful  then  ought  we 
To  him,  our  gracious  Savior  be  I 
Who  is  our  life  and  righteousness, 
Our  everlasting  joy  and  peace. 

OU  CM.  Peterboroiigh. 

1  /^OME  ye  that  love  the  Savior's  name, 
V  J  And  join  to  make  it  known  ; 

The  Sov'reign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Savior  crown'd 

With  glories  all  divine ; 
And  tell  the  wondring  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power  and  boundless  grace, 

In  him  unite  their  rays ; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise  ? 

4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  ! 


48  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 

And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

I 

6  Oh,  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 

When  heav'n  and  earth  shall  raise, 

With  all  their  pow'rs  the  raptur'd  lay, 

To  celebrate  thy  praise. 

IdÖ  L.  M.  Tender  Thought. 

1  /tOME  weary  souls  with  sins  distrest ; 
\J  Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Savior's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt  a  painful  load  ; 

O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Savior  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  ev'ry  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  49 


51 


Metre  17.  Sabbath. 

SA*FELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day, 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 


While  we  seek  supplies  of  graoe 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face, 
Take  away  our  sin  and  shame — 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free. 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

Here  we're  come  thy  name  to  praise, 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear. 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 
Such  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 


50  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

DD  CM.  Primrose. 

1  Q ALVATION  I  O  the  joyful  sound, 
K^  'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 

A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  Divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly, 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

00  L.  M.  Tender  Thought* 

1  "PvISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord- 
ly Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 

And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good — 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 

And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


57 


Metre  7.         Seraph's  Harp, 

1  T  ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing — 
I  a  Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP.  51 

Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

Oh,  refresh  us ! 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
in  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  when  e'er  the  signal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 

Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 

May  we,  ready, 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

Do  S.  M.  Ni?iety-Third. 

1  r^NCE  more  before  we  part, 

\ J  Oh  bless  the  Savior's  name ! 
Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  grace  we  came, 

That  blessing  still  impart, 
We  met  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 

3  Still  on  thy  holy  word 

We'll  live,  and  feed,  and  grow  ; 
And  stili  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  we  know. 


52  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

4  Now  Lord,  before  we  part, 
Help  us  to  bless  thy  name  ; 
Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart, 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

OO  S.  M.  New  Hope. 

,1  nPHE  swift  declining  day, 
|^    How  fast  its  moments  fly  ! 
While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky. 

2  Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace, 

And  use  the  hours  of  light ; 
For  know  its  Maker  can  command 
An  instant,  endless  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  rolling  sphere  ; 
Submissive  at  his  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  lustre  break 

Through  all  the  horrid  gloom, 
And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light, 
In  your  celestial  home. 

\j\j      *  Metre  4.         Female  Pilgrim. 

1   T)RTNCE  of  Peace,  be  ever  near  us. 
_L     Fix  in  all  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
With  thy  blessed  presence  cheer  us, 

Let  thy  sacred  kingdom  come. 

Raise  to  heav'n  our  expectation  ; 

Give  our  favor'd  souls  to  prove 

Glorious  and  complete  salvation, 

In  the  realms  of  bliss  above. 


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May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Savior, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above. 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord  ; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


Mrtre  4.  Olney, 

1  TESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 

J    Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above, 
May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love! 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

2  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies, 

While  together  we  have  been  ; 
Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin  ! 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

3  May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us, 

To  each  one's  respective  home, 
And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 

Rest  upon  us  ev'ry  one  ! 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 

Till  wre  all  shall  meet  at  home. 


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L.   M.  Windham, 

LMIGHTY  Father!  bless  the  word, 
Which  thro' thy  grace  we  now  have  heard, 


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NATIVITY  OF  CHRIST. 


O  may  the  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit» 

We  praise  thee  for  the  means  of  grace, 
Thus  in  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  /ace  ; 
Grant,  Lord,  that  we  who  worship  here, 
May  all  at  length  in  heav'n  appear. 


NATIVITY  OF  CHRIST. 


C.  M. 


Augusta* 


1  /"\N  Judah's  plains  as  shepherds  sat, 
\J   Watching  their  flocks  by  night, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  appear'd, 

Clad  in  celestial  light. 

2  Awe-struck,  the  vision  they  regard, 

Appall'd  with  trembling  fear  ; 
When  thus  a  cherub-voice  divine 
Breathed  sweetly  on  their  ear, 

3  "  Shepherds  of  Judah  !  cease  your  fears, 

And  calm  your  troubled  mind; 
Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

4  "  This  day  Almighty  love  fulfills 

Its  great  eternal  word  : 
This  day  is  born  in  Bethlehem 
A  Savior— Christ  the  Lord. 


NATIVITY  OF   CHRIST.  55 

5  "  There  you  shall  find  the  heav'nly  Babe 
In  humble  weeds  array'd  ; 

All  meanly  wrapped  in  swaddling  clothes, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

6  He  ceased,  and  sudden  all  around 
Appeared  a  radiant  throng 

Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Warbling  their  choral  song. 

7  "  Glory  to  God,  from  whom  on  high 
All-gracious  mercies  flow  ! 

Who  sends  his  heaven-descended  peace 
To  dwell  with  man  below," 

04  C.  M.  Rockingham. 

HARK,  the  glad  sound  the  Savior  comes, 
The  Savior  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

On  him  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love 

His  holy  breast  inspire. 

He  comes  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held, 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 

The  iron  fetters  yield. 

He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  inward  sight ; 
And  on  the  eyes  obscured  by  sin, 

To  pour  celestial  light. 


56  NATIVITY  OF   CHRIST. 

5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  , 
And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

Of)  -S.  M.  Ninety -Third. 

1  T)  EJOICE  in  Jesus'  birth  ! 
±\j  To  us  a  Son  is  giv'n, 

To  us  a  child  is  born  on  earth, 
Who  made  Both  earth  and  heav'n. 

2  He  reigns  above  the  sky, 

This  universe  sustains — 
The  God  Supreme — the  Lord  most  high, 
The  King  Messiah  reigns  ! 

3  Th'  Almighty  God,  is  he, 

Author  of  Heavenly  bliss  ! 
The  Father  of  Eternity, 

The  glorious  Prince  of  Peace ! 

4  His  government  shall  grow, 

From  strength  to  strength  proceed ; 
His  righteousness  the  church  o'erflow, 
And  all  the  earth  o'erspread. 

UU  8's  &  7's.        Babe  of  Bethlehem. 

'J  "Et  nations  all,  on  you  I  call, 


'i 


Come  hear  this  declaration, 


NATIVITY  OF  CHRIST.  57 

And  do  n't  refuse  the  glorious  news 

Of  Jesus  and  salvation. 
To  royal  Jews  came  first  the  news 

Of  Christ  the  great  Messiah, 
As  was  foretold  by  prophets  old, 

Isaiah,  Jeremiah. 
To  Abraham  the  promise  came, 

And  to  his  seed  for  ever, 
A  light  to  shine  in  Isaac's  line, 

By  Scripture  we  discover; 
Hail,  promised  morn  ?  the  Savior's  born, 

The  glorious  Mediator — 
God's  blessed  Word  made  flesh  and  blood, 

Assumed  the  human  nature. 
His  parents  poor  in  earthly  store, 

To  entertain  the  Stranger 
They  found  no  bed  to  lay  his  head, 

But  in  the  ox's  manger: 
No  royal  things,  as  used  by  kings, 

Were  seen  by  those  that  found  him, 
But  in  the  hay  the  Stranger  lay, 

With  swaddling  bands  around  him. 

On  the  same  night  a  glorious  light 

To  shepherds  there  appeared, 
Bright  angels  came  in  shining  flame, 

They  saw  and  greatly  feared  ; 
The  angels  said — "Be  not  afraid, 

Although  we  much  alarm  you, 
We  do  appear,  good  news  to  bear, 

As  now  we  will  inform  you. 
"  The  city's  name  is  Bethlehem, 

In  which  God  hath  appointed. 


58  NATIVITY  OF   CHRIST. 

This  glorious  morn  a  Savior's  bom, 
For  him  God  hath  anointed  ; 

By  this  you'll  know,  if  you  will  go, 
To  see  this  little  Stranger, 

His  lovely  charms  in  Mary's  arms, 
Both  lying  in  a  manger." 

6  When  this  was  said  straightway  was  mad 

A  glorious  sound  from  heaven, 
Each  flaming  tongue  an  anthem  sung, 

"  To  men  a  Savior's  given, 
In  Jesus'  name  the  glorious  theme, 

We  elevate  our  voices, 
At  Jesus'  birth  be  peace  on  earth, 

Meanwhile  all  heaven  rejoices. n 

7  Then  with  delight  they  took  their  flight, 

And  wing'd  their  way  to  glory, 
The  shepherds  gazed  and  were  amazed, 

To  hear  the  pleasing  story  ; 
To  Bethlehem  they  quickly  came, 

The  glorious  news  to  carry, 
And  in  the  stall  they  found  them  all, 

Joseph,  the  Babe,  and  Mary. 

8  The  shepherds  then  return'd  again 

To  their  own  habitation, 
With  joy  of  heart  they  did  depart, 

Now  they  have  found  salvation. 
Glory,  they  cry,  to  God  on  high, 

Who  sent  his  Son  to  save  us ; 
This  glorious  morn  the  Savior's  born, 

His  name  it  is  Christ  Jesus. 


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7 


Metre  33.     Star  in  the  East, 

HAIL  the  blest  morn  when  the  great  Mediator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  ; 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  Babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo  !  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  Infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 
Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining, 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Savior  of  all. 
Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom  and  off'rings  divine — 
Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest  and  gold  from  the  mine? 
Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration — 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


18 


CM.  Awful  Majesty. 

JfXT  HIL.E  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
VV  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
I  Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind,) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 

To  you  and  all  mankind. 


60  NATIVITY  OF  CHRIST. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line. 
The  Savior,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 

4  "The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining;  throng; 
Of  angels  praising  God  on  high, 
And  thus  address'd  their  song  : 

6  "All  gloiy  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good  will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men. 
Begin  and  never  cease." 

DU  CM.  Christmas, 

1  TT  ARK  from  on  high  those  blissful  strains 

[J_  Whence  can  such  sweetness  be  ? 
Have  angels  waked  their  golden  harps 
With  heav'ns  own  minstrelsy  ? 

2  Or  do  we  hear  the  cherub  voice 

Of  infant  bands,  who  raise, 
Soaring  from  earth,  celestial  notes 
In  their  Creator's  praise  ? 

3  Thus  spake  the  shepherds — yet  with  dread 

So  strange  the  sounds  they  heard, 
While  o'er  their  slumb'ring  flocks  they  kep 
Their  wonted  nightly  guard. 


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4  And  soon  they  saw  a  dazzling  light 

Beam  through  the  starry  way, 
And  shining  seraphs  clustering  where 
The  infant  Jesus  lay. 

5  They  came  a  Savior's  birth  to  tell, 

And  tunes  of  rapture  sing  ; 
Hence  the  glad  notes  that  fili'd  the  air — 
Each  swept  his  loudest  string. 

6  But  now,  in  accents  soft  and  kind, 

The  chieftain  angel  said, 
"Heaven's  tidings  of  great  joy  we  bear — 
Shepherds,  be  not  afraid." 

7  Then  suddenly  th' angelic  choir 

Renew'd  the  rapturous  song  ; 
While  heav'ns  wide  portals  caught  the  sound 
And  echoed  it  along. 


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Metre  5.  Sovereign  Grace, 

1  TT  ARK  !  the  herald-angels  sing 
W    "  Glory  to  the  new-bord  king  ; 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  ; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ;" 
Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies  ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

2  Christ  by  highest  heaven  adored, 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  Behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb ; 


62  NATIVITY    OF    CHRIST. 

Vail'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  Incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanuel  here. 

2  Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings  : 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man   no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

3  Come,  Desire  of  Nations,  come  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home  ; 
Rise,  the  woman's  conquering  seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head  ; 
Adam's  likeness  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place  : 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Reinstate  us  in  thy  love. 


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Metre  4.  Charleston. 


1  TT  ARK  ! — what  mean  those  holy  voices 
Jl\_  Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  \ 
Lo!  the  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 

Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"  Glory  in  the  highest — glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "Peace  on  earth — good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found." 


NATIVITY    OF  CHRIST.  63 

"  Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven" — 
Loud  our  aolden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 
Oh  receive  whom  God  appointed. 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

5  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 


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Melre  7.  Seraph's  Harp, 

1  A  NGELS  !  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
XJl  Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth  ; 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story, 

Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 
Come  and  worship — Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  newborn  King. 

2  Shepherds  !  in  the  field  abiding, 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night ; 

God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  heavenly  light : 

Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King, 

3  Saints  !  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear; 

Come  and  worship- 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 


64  NEW-YEAR. 

4  Sinners  !  wrung  with  true  repentance. 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  end  I  es  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Mercy  calls  you,  break  your  chains  : 
Come  and  worship — 

Worship  Christ,  the  newr-born  King, 


NEW-YEAR. 


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Metre  32.  New-Year, 

1  /"^OME,  let  us  anew,  our  journey  pursue, 
\J  Roll  round  with  the  year, 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear! 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 

And  our  talents  improve  ; 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  ane  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  stream 

Glides  swiftly  away  : 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity  's  h&re, 

3  O  that  each  in  the  clay  of  His  coming  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
Ihavefinish'dthework  thou  didst  give  me  to  do  !" 
O  that  each  from  hisLord  may  receive  the  glad 
word. 

"Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne." 


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C.  M.  Peterborough. 

1  "\TOW  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
X\|    And  make  thy  glory  known ; 

Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  and  former  sin, 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
.Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love. 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  one  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

id  CM.  Barly. 

1  Q1NG  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise  ! 
O  All  praise  to  him  belongs, 

Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 
Demands  our  choicest  songs: 

His  providence  has  brought  us  through 
Another  various  year : 

We  all  with  vows  and  anthems  new 
Before  our  God  appear. 

2  Father,  thy  mercies  past  we  own, 

Thy  still  continued  care  : 
3 


66  NEW-YEAR« 

To  thee  presenting,  through  thy  Son, 

Whate'er  we  have  or  are  : 
Our  lips  and  lives  shall  gladly  show 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  on  in  Jesus'  steps  we  go 

To  seek  thy  face  above. 
3  Our  residue  of  days  or  hours, 

Thine,  wholly  thine,  shall  be  ; 
And  all  our  consecrated  powers, 

A  sacrifice  to  thee  : 
Till  Jesus  in  the  clouds  appear, 

To  saints  on  earth  forgiven, 
And  bring  the  grand  sabbatic  year, 

The  jubilee  of  heav'n. 

I  U  Metre  9.  Le?wx< 

1  rpHE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 

JL    The  God  of  ages  praise  ! 
Who  reigns  enthroned  on  high, 

Ancient  of  endless  days  ! 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

2  Barren  and  withered  trees, 

We  cumbered  long  the  ground  ! 
No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found ; 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  spare 
Another  and  another  year. 

3  When  justice  bared  the  sword, 

To  cut  the  fig  tree  down, 
The  pity  of  the  Lord 

Cries,  "  let  it  still  alone,!" 


NEW-YEAR.  67 

The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year, 

Jesus,  thy  speaking  blood, 
From  God  obtain'd  the  grace; 

Who  therefore  hath  bestow'd 
On  us  a  longer  space ; 

Thou  didst  in  our  behalf  appear, 

And  lo  !  we  see  another  year  ! 

Then  dig  about  the  root, 

Break  up  their  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 

To  thy  great  praise  abound  ; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praise  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear. 


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CM.  Rochester. 

UR  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
And  death  is  ever  nigh ; 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die. 

2  Yet  mighty  God,  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lasting  favors  share  ; 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  load'st  the  rolling  year. 

3  'Tis  sov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  clothed  with  love  ; 
While  grace  stands  pointing  out  the  road 
That  leads  our  souls  above. 

4  His  goodness  runs  an  endless  round, 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 


68  NEW-YEAJU 

His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound, 

And  be  his  name  adored ! 
5  Thus  we  begin  the  lasting  song, 

And  when  we  close  our  eyes, 
Let  future  ages  praise  prolong, 

Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

I  0  CM.  Rockingham* 

ND   now  my  soul,  another  year 


A' 


Of  this  short  life  is  past ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 

And  this  may  be  my  last. 
Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again, 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 

The  few  that  yet  remain. 

Awake  my  soul  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn, 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  sure,  how  fair, 

And  what  thy  great  concern  ? 

Now  a  new  scene  of  time  begins, 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  ! 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 

In  Christ  so  freely  giv'n. 

Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend, 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 

Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


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CRUCIFIXION. 


I  e7  L.  M.  Retirement, 

1  iTTHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
VV     On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  1  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
1  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down, 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown. 

4  [His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  Tree  ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

öU  L.  M.  Salem. 

I    rTE  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies, 
O    Lo!  Salem's  daughters  weep  around! 

A  solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 


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2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 

But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus  the  dead — revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  courts  he  flies ! 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  deliv'rer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant,  death — in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  live  forever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask,  «  oh  death  !  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?" 


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C.   M.  Liberty  Hall. 

1  A   LAS!  and  did  my  Savior  bleed, 
f\   And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  [Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine., 

And  bathed  in  its  own  blood, 
jfc     While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine, 
~       The  glorious  Suff'rer  stood!] 


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3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  1  had  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  1  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  1  owe  : 
Here  Lord,  1  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  1  can  do. 


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Ö/4  L.  M.  Solemnity, 

P  WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
J^    When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd  and  brake  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake. 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin, 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;" 

Then  took  the  cup  and  bless'd  the  wine;    . 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 


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4  [For  us  his  rlesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn  ; 
And  justice  pour'd  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  stead.] 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt, 
When  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  size, 
He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 

6  "Do  this,"  he  cried,  «  till  time  shall  end, 
«  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend  ; 

"  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

"  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  [Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb.] 

Od  Metre  4.  Olney. 

AIL  !  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 


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Hail !  thou  Galilean  King! 
Thou  did'st  suffer  to  release  us; 

Thou  did'st  free  salvation  bring 
HaiK  thou  agonizing  Savior, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor  ; 

Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 
All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid  : 

By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 


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All  thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood ; 

Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven  ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

3  Jesus  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ! 
All  the  heav'nly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading : 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  pow'r  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give  : 
Help,  ye  bright,  angelic  spirits! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ! 
Help  to  sing  our  Savior's  merits  ; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

04  C.  M.  The  Dying  Penitent. 

S  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung, 


'A 


And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confess'd  ; 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 

And  thus  his  pray'r  address'd  : 

"  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  Heir  of  heav'n, 
Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 


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1  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4  "  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe, 

In  triumph  shalt  thou  rise, 
'  Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Savior,  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  victories  of  thy  death, 
Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies— 
"  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  Paradise. 

OÖ  Metre  17.  Mount  Calvary* 

1  TTEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
Xl   Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ; 
See  his  body  mangled — rent, 

Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood  : 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done! 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Drove  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there ; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierc'd  him  with  a  soldier's  spear ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, — 
For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 

Still  to  death  pursue  your  Lord  ; 


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Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 
No!  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 
Savior,  take  my  broken  heart. 

Metre  29.  Lena» 

1  MEE  the  Lord  of  glory  dying  ! 

j^  See  him  gasping,  hear  him  crying! 

See  his  burden'd  bosom  heave  ; 
Look,  ye  sinnners,  ye  that  hung  him, 
Look  how  deep  your  sins  have  stung  him, 

Dying  sinners,  look  and  live. 

2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  shaking, 
Earth  unto  her  centre  quaking — 

Nature's  groans  awake  the  dead  ; 
Look  on  Phebus  struck  with  wonder, 
Whilst  the  peals  of  legal  thunder 

Smote  the  dear  Redeemer's  head. 

3  Heaven's  bright  melodious  legions, 
Chanting  through  the  tuneful  regions, 

Cease  to  trill  the  quiv'ring  string; 
Songs  seraphic  all  suspended, 
'Till  the  mighty  war  is  ended, 

By  the  all-victorious  King, 

4  Hell  and  all  the  powers  infernal 
Vanquished  by  the  King  Eternal, 

When  he  pour'd  his  vital  flood ; 
By  his  groans  which  shook  creation, 
Lo !  we  found  a  proclamation, 

Peace  and  pardon  by  his  blood. 

5  Shout,  ye  saints,  with  adoration, 
Fill  with  praise  the  wide  creation, 


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Since  He's  risen  from  the  grave  5 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
To  the  Rock  of  our  salvation, 

Who  alone  has  power  to  save. 


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10,7,14,9.  Crucifixion, 

1  QAW  ye  my  Savior,  saw  ye  my  Savior  ? 
)^5  Saw  ye  my  Savior  and  God  ? 

Oh  !  he  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and 

me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  wTith  blood. 

2  He  was  extended  !  He  was  extended  ! 

Shamefully  nailed  to  the  cross  ; 
Oh  !  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died,  thus  my  Lord 

wras  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  wrorld  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding!  Jesus  hung  bleeding! 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain  ; 
Oh  !  the  sun  refused  to  shine,  when  the  Ma- 
jesty divine, 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed  !  Darkness  prevailed  ! 

Darkness  prevail'd  o;er  the  land, 
Oh,  the  solid  rocks  were  rent,  thro'  creation's 

vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-Man. 

5  When  it  was  finish'd  !   When  it  wras  finish'd! 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalmed  in 

spices  sweet, 
And  in  a  new  sepulchre  was  laid. 


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6  Hail,  mighty  Savior  !  hail  mighty  Savior ! 

Prince  and  the  author  of  peace, 
Oh,  he  burst  the  bars  of  death,  and  triumph- 
ing, left  the  earth, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding,  now  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  might  live ; 
Saying,  Father,  I  have  died,  (Oh  behold  my 

hands  and  side  !) 
To  redeem  them,  1  pray  thee  forgive. 

8  I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them, 

When  they  repent  and  believe  ; 
Let  them  now  return  to  thee,  and  be  recon-    ! 

ciled  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 

C.  M,  Fiducia- 

1  A   NGELS  in  shining  order  stand, 
J\_  Around  the  Savior's  throne  ; 
They  bow  with  reverence  at  his  feet, 

And  make  his  giories  known. 
Those  happy  spirits  sing  his  praise. 

To  all  eternity, 
But  I  can  sing  redeeming  grace, 

For  Jesus  died  for  me. 

2  The  cross  of  Christ  inspires  my  heart, 
To  sing  redeeming  grace  ; 

Awake  my  soul,  and  bear  a  part 

In  my  Redeemer's  praise. 
O  !  what  can  be  compared  to  him, 

Who  died  upon  The  tree  ! 
This  is  my  dear  delightful  theme. 

That  Jesus  died  for  me. 


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When  at  the  table  of  the  Lord 

We  humbly  take  our  place  ; 
The  death  of  Jesus  we  record, 

With  love  and  thankfulness. 
These  emblems  bring  my  Lord  to  view, 

Upon  the  bloody  tree, 
My  soul  believes  and  feels  it  's  true, 

That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

His  body  broken,  nail'd  and  torn, 

And  stain'd  with  streams  of  blood, 
His  spotless  soul  was  left  forlorn, 

Forsaken  of  his  God. 
*T  was  then  his  Father  gave  the  stroke, 

That  justice  did  decree  : 
All  nature  felt  the  dreadful  stroke, 

When  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Eli  lama  sabachtani, 

My  God,  my  God,  he  cried, 
Why  hast  thou  thus  forsaken  me  ? 

And  thus  my  Savior  died. 
But  why  did  God  forsake  his  Son  ? 

When  bleeding  on  the  tree  ? 
He  died  for  sins,  but  not  his  own, 

For  Jesus  died  for  me. 

My  guilt  was  on  my  Surety  laid, 

And  therefore  he  must  die  ; 
His  soul  a  sacrifice  was  made, 

For  such  a  worm  as  1. 
Was  ever  love  so  great  as  this  I 

Was  ever  grace  so  free  ? 
This  is  my  glory,  joy,  and  bliss, 

That  Jesus  died  for  me. 


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7  He  took  his  meritorious  blood, 

And  rose  above  the  skies, 
And  in  the  presence  of  his  God, 

Presents  his  sacrifice. 
His  intercession  must  prevail 

With  such  a  glorious  plea  ; 
My  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  Jeses  died  for  me. 

8  Angels  in  shining  order  sit 

Around  my  Savior's  throne  ; 
They  bow  with  rev'rence  at  his  feet, 

And  make  his  glories  known. 
Those  happy  Spirits  sing  his  praise, 

To  all  eternity ; 
But  I  can  sing  redeeming  grace, 

For  Jesus  died  for  me". 

9  O  !  had  1  but  an  angel's  voice 

To  bear  my  heart  along, 
My  flowing  numbers  soon  wTould  raise 

To  an  immortal  song. 
I'd  charm  their  harps  and  golden  lyres 

In  sweetest  harmony, 
And  tell  to  all  the  heavenly  choirs, 

That  Jesus  died  for  me. 


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8,8,8,6,8,8,8,8,6.  Messiah. 

1  rpHE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 
1    He  was  condemned  and  led  away  ; 
Think,  O  mv  soul,  that  mournful  day, 

Look  on  Mount  Calvary  ! 
Behold  him,  Lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue. 


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And  thus  the  Lamb  of  God  was  hung, 
Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  'T  was  thus  the  glorious  Sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nailM  to  the  wood ; 
From  ev'ry  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  trickling  down  amain  ; 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  struck, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook. 
The  spiteful  Jews  had  round  him  mock'd, 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3  Thus  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold  him  tremble  as  he  dies, 

O  sinners  hear  his  mournful  cries  ; 

Behold  his  torturing  pain. 
The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd  and  refus'd  to  own  his  sight, 
All  azure  clothed  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourned  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 

4  Ye  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son, 
He  cries  for  help,  but  there  is  none  ; 
He  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stained  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry, 
Eli  lami  sabachthani  ; 
Tho'  death  may  close  these  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conquering  Son  of  God. 

5  Both  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
Say'ng  if  your're  come  to  save  the  land, 

Now  try  yourself  to  free. 


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A  soldier  pierced  him  when  he  died, 
And  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
Stern  Justice  now  is  satisfied, 
Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 

6  Behold  him  mount  a  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 
While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

In  loud  hosannas  tell  ; 
How  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains; 
Ye  seraphs  raise  your  highest  strains, 
While  music  fills  bright  Salem's  plains, 

He  has  conquered  death  and  hell. 

7  'Tis  done,  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made ; 
Sinners  on  me  you  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  1  spilt  my  blood  ; 
For  you  my  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  I  left  my  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
The  depth  and  height  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above  the  sky, 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  given. 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resounds, 
Zion  shall  sing  his  grace  abounds, 
1  hope  to  sing  eternal  rounds, 
In  flaming  love  which  knows  no  bounds, 

When  carried  up  to  heav'n. 


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Metre  4.      Advocate — Disciple* 

GREAT  High  Priest,  we  view  thee  stoopinj 
With  our  names  upon  thy  breast, 
In  the  garden  groaning,  drooping, 

To  the  ground  with  sorrow  prest. 
Weeping  angels  stood  confounded, 

To  behold  their  Maker  thus, 
And  shall  we  remain  unwounded, 
When  we  know  'twas  all  for  us. 

On  the  cross  thy  body  broken 

Cancels  every  penal-tie  ; 
Tempted  souls,  produce  this  token, 

All  demands  to  satisfy. 
All  is  finished  ;  do  not  doubt  it, 

But  believe  your  dying  Lord; 
Never  reason  more  about  it, 

Only  take  him  at  his  word. 
Come,  behold  your  Savior  bleeding, 

Streams  of  mercy  from  him  flow, 
Whilst  before  his  Father  pleading 

For  those  men  who  wrought  his  woe. 
Lo,  he  cried,  Father  forgive  them, 

Tho'  they  do  my  life  pursue, 
I  am  willing  to  receive  them, 

For  they  know  not  what  they  do. 

Come  thou  everlasting  Spirit, 

Bring  to  every  thankful  mind. 
All  the  Savior's  dying  merit, 

All  his  sufferings  for  mankind. 
True  recorder  of  his  passion, 

Now  thy  living  fire  impart, 


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Now  revealed  thy  great  salvation, 
Preach  his  gospel  to  our  heart. 

Lord,  we  fain  would  trust  thee  solely ; 

'T  was  for  us  thy  blood  was  spilt ; 
Gracious  Savior,  take  us  wholly, 

Take  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt. 
Grant  us  now  thy  heavenly  blessing, 

Let  thy  love  our  songs  employ  ; 
Then  we'll  find,  thy  peace  possessing, 

In  thy  service  all  our  joy. 


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C.  M.  Walsal. 

BEHOLD  the  Savior  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree, 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  vail  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  5T  is  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid  ; 

"  Receive  my  soul  !"  he  cries  : 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine, 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 


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RESURRECTION. 


V&  C.  M.  Solon 

1  rPHlS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

J_    He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th3  anonited  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bless'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Fathers  name  ; 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  : 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

C.   M.  Primrose. 

1   TT  OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
JLJ    That  cloth'd  himself  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 


RESURRECTION.  85 

>  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  Immanuel  rose  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 
And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  conqueror  mounts  aloft. 

And  to  his  Father  flies 
With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Savior  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 
Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne.  " 

5  [Raise  your  devotion  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  bless'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise. 


14 


CM.  Youthful  Piety. 

1  T7E  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord, 

\    Chase  all  your  fears  away, 
And  bow  with  pleasure  down  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought ; 

Such  wonders  love  can  do! 
Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay, 
Which  throbb'd  and  bled  for  you. 


86  RESURRECTION. 

3  A  moment  give  a  loose  to  grief — 

Let  grateful  sorrows  rise  ; 
And  wash  the  bloody  stains  away 
With  torrents  from  your  eyes. 

4  Then  dry  your  tears  and  tune  your  songs 

The  Savior  lives  again  ; 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  Conq'ror  could  detain. 

5  High  o'er  th'  angelic  bands  he  rears 

His  once  dishonored  head  ; 
And  thro'  unnumber'd  years  he  reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

6  With  joy  like  his  shall  every  saint 

His  empty  tomb  survey  ; 
Then  rise,  with  his  ascending  Lord, 
To  realms  of  endless  day, 

t/O  Metre  5.  Resurrection 

1  A   NGELS!  roll  the  rock  away, 

J\_  Death  !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey, 
See  !   he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  'Tis  the  Savior  !  angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise! 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes  ! 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 

In  long  triumph  up  the  sky — 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 


. 


THE  WORD  OF  GOD.  87 

t  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs ! 
Praise,  and  sweep  yonr  golden  lyres  ! 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rap'rous  song, 
Let  tire  strains  be  sweet  and  strong! 


THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 


C.  M.  Rockingham* 

1  HHATHER  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 
Jj    What  endless  glory  shines  ! 

,    For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
i\.nd  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows 

And  yield  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  Jonging  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  3 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 


88  THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 

6  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord ! 
Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Savior  there  !  • 

y  I  CM.  Awful  Majest\ 

1  TTOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  heai 

\~X_  And  guard  their  lives  from  sin, 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  ; 

1  hate  the  sinner's  road ; 
1  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

6  The  starry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place, 
And  these  thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  skill  and  power  express. 


THE  WORD  OF  GOD.  89 

But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Have  lessons  more  divine; 
Not  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word, 

Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine.] 

Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 

And  well  support  our  age. 


S.  M.         Idumea — Shirla?id, 

1  T  ET  sinners  take  their  course, 

I  j  And  choose  the  road  to  death; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne 

When  morning  brings  the  light; 
I  seek  his  blessings  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

6  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 


90  THE  WORD  OF  GOD. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain, 
The  children  of  his  love  : 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands. 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

t/tJ  C.  M.  Solo?i — Balermt 

1  T  ET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 

I  j  Abased  before  their  God  ; 
"Whate'er  his  sov'reign  voice  has  form'd, 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  [Ten  thousand  ages  ere  the  skies 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come, 
Stood  present  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  sparrow  or  a  worm, 

But 's  found  in  his  decrees  ; 
He  raises  monarchs  to  their  throne, 
And  sinks  them  as  he  please.] 

4  If  light  attends  the  course  [  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  those  rays ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  sun, 
If  darkness  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern'd, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  see 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

O,  may  J  read  my  name 
Among  the  chosen  of  his  love, 
The  followers  of  the  Lamb, 


FAITH  AND  REPENTANCE.  91 


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CM.  Mear. 

L  Til  THAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page  ! 

VV    Majestic,  like  the  sun,' 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

f  I  His  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine, 

With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  paths  of  truth  and  love  ; 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


FAITH  AND  REPENTANCE, 


01 


L.  M.  Devotion. 

RLESS'D  are  the  humble  souls,  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

Bless'd  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 


92  FAITH  AND  REPENTANCE. 

The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Bless'd  are  the  meek  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war : 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Bless'd  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Bless'd  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clea 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Bless'd  are  the  suff'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


102 
*Q 


CM.       Liberty  Uall—Dubli 
vH  !  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe, 
How  would  1  vent  my  sighs ! 


FAITH  AND  REPENTANCE.  93 

Repentance  should,  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'T  was  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh !  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine, 

That  crucified  my  God ! 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 

My  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Savior  bleed. 

5  Whilst  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
1"11  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 

9 

L.  M.  Supplication, 

OTHOU  that  hearst  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  ans:ry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
:  Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight ; 


94  BAPTISM, 

Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  1  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humble  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  the  dreadful  sentence  just : 
Look  down  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  : 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Savior's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song  ; 
And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 


104 
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BAPTISM. 


C.  M.  Rochester* 


F  glorious  angels  do  rejoice, 
When  sinners  turn  to  God, 


BAPTISM.  95 

Let  us  unite  with  cheerful  voice, 
To  spread  hjs  praise  abroad. 

2  When  Jesus  unto  Jordan  came, 

And  was  baptized  of  John, 
A  voice  from  heaven  did  proclaim — 
"  He  's  my  Beloved  Son." 

3  His  ministers  he  sent  about 

To  preach  the  word  of  grace, 
And  to  baptize  the  world  throughout, 
Who  should  his  truth  embrace. 

4  Lord,  we  have  here  before  our  eyes, 

Some  that  have  set  their  hands 

To  serve  thee  and  to  be  baptized, 

As  thou  did'st  give  command. 

ß  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
For  his  abounding  grace, 
In  this  the  token  of  his  love, 
To  us,  a  guilty  race. 
6  Let  us  employ  our  tongues  to  sing, 
The  praises  of  the  Lord, 
For  calling  sinners  home  to  him 
By  his  all-powerful  word. 

\JO  CM,  Solon. 

1  /^OME  in  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
\J  And  join  his  children  here  ; 
Wash'd  in  the  Savior's  cleansing  blood, 

For  him,  your  Lord,  appear. 

2  Stay  not  within  the  wilderness, 

Nor  waiting  at  the  door  ; 


96  BAPTISM, 

For  Jesus  can  your  woes  redress, 
Were  they  ten  thousand  more. 

3  Though  fearing,  trembling,  rise  and  come 

Yield  to  the  Savior's  voice, 
For  hung'ring,  thirsting  soul's  there's  roon 
O  make  the  blissful  choice. 

4  Room  in  the  Savior's  gracious  breast, 

That  breast  which  glows  with  love — 
Room  in  the  church,  his  chosen  rest, 
And  room  in  heaven  above. 

5  Why  will  you  longer  lingering  stay, 

When  Jesus  says  «  There's  room  ?" 
Now  is  the  time,  th5  accepted  day  j — 
Arise,  he  bids  you  come. 


106 


L.  M.  Portugal. 

jrpWAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord — 
JL    "  Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize." 

The  nations  have  received  the  word, 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  sends  his  cov'nant  with  the  seals, 

To  bless  the  distant  Christian  lands. 
"  Repent  and  be  baptized,"  he  saith, 

"  For  the  remission  of  your  sins  ;" 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 

And  shows  us  what  the  gospel  means. 

Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 


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BAPTISM. 

And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee. 
And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord  • 

'0  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record. 


97 


07 


11,9,11,9.     Peculiar. 


rrETE  NAME  of  the  Lord  is  a  fountain  of  life, 
I    Its  waters  are  sweeter  than  honey, 

No  taste  of  the  gall  of  terrestrial  strife, 
Come  buy  without  price,  without  money. 

The  NAME  of  the  Lord  is  a  full  flowing  stream, 

From  Zion's  immovable  mountain, 
[ts currents  with  virtues  unspeakably  teem,— 

Come,  come  to  the  life-giving  fountain. 

The  NAME  of  the  Lord  is  a  river  of  grace, 
Whose  waters  as  soon  as  they're  tasted, 

üe.w  energy  give  to  the  sons  of  a  race, 
With  passion  enfeebled  and  wasted. 

Chen  come  to  its  banks,  all  ye  tribes  of  mankind, 
And  drink  of  the  stream  of  salvation. 

ts  course  is  no  longer  to  Judah  confined, 
It  flows  through  the  guiltiest  nation. 

>ome  drink  living  waters,  though  Jesus  is  gone, 

His  NAME  still  conveys  absolution  ; 
)ome  drink  where  the  stream  of  remission  flows 
down,  ^ 

Through  a  rite  of  his  own  institution. 
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98  BAPTISM. 


108 


C.  M  Augusta» 

1  TTJHEN  Jesus  Christ  the  virgin's  Son, 

YV     Of  David's  royal  race. 
His  brilliant  course  of  works  begun, 
And  preach'd  the  reign  of  grace — 

2  He  call'd  on  Abraham's  seed  in  vain, 

His  mission  to  believe  ; 
To  own  his  right  to  rule  and  reign, 
His  NAME  as  Prince  receive. 

3  This  NAME  the  scribes  refused  to  wear 

And  spurned  the  Nazarene, 
Would  not  the  fame  of  Jesus  share, 
Or  in  his  train  be  seen. 

4  What  lofty  names  could  Jesus  bring, 

His  princely  birth  ro  show  ? 
Could  Galhlee  produce  a  king? 
Or  good  from  Naz'reth  liow  ? 

5  They  taunted  thus  the  birth  obscure, 

Of  chaste  Maria's  Son, 
And  scorn'd  his  favor  to  secure, 
His  NAME  by  putting  on. 

6  But  found  at  length,  without  disguise, 

This  NAME  they  must  receive, 
No  other  known  beneath  the  skies, 
Could  life  eternal  give. 

7  And  skillful  men  of  later  days, 

Have  splendid  systems  built, 

To  shun  its  use  by  various  ways 

Of  cleansing  souls  from  guilt. 


BAPTISM,  V\ 

8  But  they  too,  like  the  Jews  of  old, 

Would* they  salvation  win, 
Must  come  and  be  with  Christ  enroll'd 
And  wash  away  their  sin. 

9  Then  let  us  all  to  Christ  repair, — 

To  Christ  the  virgin's  Son, 
His  NAME  our  badge  of  gloy  wear, 
And  put  his  armor  on. 

(jy  CM.  Meat. 

1  rpHE  Lord's  disciples  when  they  spread 

J^    O'er  Judah's  sacred  plains  ; 
Relieved  the  sick,  restored  the  dead, 
And  cast  out  plagues  and  pains. 

2  They  pour  no  drugs  through  Palestine, 

Nb  medicines  they  had, 
They  only  used  the  NAME  divine, 
Its  power  alone  display'd. 

3  And  strange  the  virtues  of  that  NAME, 

From  which  diseases  fled, 
The  devils  trembled  where  it  came, 
And  spirits  foul  obey'd. 

i  And  still,  O  Lord,  thy  name  coveys, 
To  Adam's  ruined  race, 
If  used  in  thy  appointed  ways, 
A  sure  and  real  grace. 

)  No  useless  mark,  no  naked  sign, 
It  so  renews  the  soul, 
As  long  ago  in  Palistine, 
It  made  the  sinner  whole. 


100  BAPTISM. 

JLXU  Metre  12.  Deliverance. 

1  TTTHEN  sinners  awake  and  perceive, 

VV     What  desperate  creatures  they  are, 
How  shall  they  obtain  a  relief, 
From  misery,  guilt  and  despair? 
In  vain  is  our  search  and  our  cry, 
Till  wein  submission  and  zeal, 
The  words  of  our  Savior  apply, 
"  To  do  his  adorable  will." 

2  God  will  not  be  pleased  with  our  prayer, 
If  we  disobey  his  command, 

But  if  we  obedient  are, 
Will  bring  us  unto  his  right  hand. 
Sincerely  believe  in  his  word, 
Put  on  his  adorable  name, 
Salvation  in  Jesus  our  Lord, 
The  penitent  then  shall  obtain. 

3  Thus  Peter  to  inquiring  Jews, 
Convinced  in  their  hearts  as  they  were; 
Their  interest  in  Jesus  should  lo§.e, 
Eternal  damnation  must  bear, 

"  He  said  that  they  all  should  repent, 

"  Be  baptized  in  Jesus's  name, 

"  Then  shall  his  good  Spirit  be  sent, 

"  They  all  shall  be  bless'd  with  the  same. 

4  «  This  promise  is  even  to  you, — 
"  And  all  that  are  yet  afar  off, 
"  For  Jesus'  commands  we  pursue, 
"  Though  infidel  mockers  may  scoff, 
"The  Lord  will  yet  bring  many  nigh, 
"  His  house  and  his  mansions  to  fill, 


BAPTISM.  101 


U  To  share  in  his  ample  supply, 
"  Who  meekly  submit  to  his  will. 


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L.  M.  Tender  Thought. 

IAS  the  apostles  sat  at  meat, 
<\    Before  our  Savior  did  ascend, 
He  did  them  with  his  presence  greet, 
And  gave  to  them  his  last  command. 
2  Upbraided  them  with  unbelief, 
And  hardness  of  each  stubborn  heart; 
His  counsel  we  must  all  receive, 
Else  we  with  Christ  can  have  no  part. 

)  "  Go,  preach  my  gospel,5'  Jesus  saith, 
"  And  brin^  them  all  unto  the  host, 

I    "  Baptize  believers  in  the  name 
«  Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost." 

{  «'He  that  believes  and  is  baptized, 
Shall  dwell  in  realms  of  joy  above, — 
Who  do'n't  believe  the  words  of  Christ, 
Shall  never  taste  redeeming  love." 


PRAYER  AND  SUPPLICATION. 


12 


CM.  Stand?  sh. 

1   /    OME  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove. 
'       With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours* 


102  PRAYER  AND 

2  Look  how  we  grove]  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys, 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise, 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Savior's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


"i 


Alf  retort, 


lid  L.  M. 

1  /~\  THOU  to  whose  all  searching  sight, 
\J  The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee, 
O  burst  these  bonds  and  set  it  free. 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  : 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou  my  Lord  art  clean. 

3  [f  in  this  darksome  wild  1  stray, 

Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou  my  God  art  near. 


SUPPLICATION.  103 

When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus  thy  timely  aid  impart, 
And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

i)  Savior,  where'er  thy  steps  1  see. 
Dauntless,  untired,  1  follow  thee  ; 
0  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

>  If  dark  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 


114 


C.  M,  St.  Olaves. 

1  T7ATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
Jj    No  other  help  I  know  ; 

If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah,  whither  shall  1  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain,  what  labor  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death ! 

3  O  Jesus,  could  1  this  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 


104  PRAYER  AND 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die  ; 

O  speak,  and  1  shall  live  ; 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice, 

Could  they  but  see  thy  face; 
O  let  me  hear  thy  quickening  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pard'ning  grace. 


115 
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C.   M.  Burstall— Dublin 

FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God,  J  % 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb, 

Where  is  the  blessedness  1  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 

Of  Jesus  and  his  word. 


What  peaceful  hours  1  once  enjoy'd, 
How  sweet  their  memry  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

Return,  O  holy  dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 


SUPPLICATION.  105 

So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame : 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


16 


L.  M.  Supplication  a 

SHOW  pity  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  j 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
1  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


106  PRAYER  AND 


117 
'I 


CM.  Dublin. 

"LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 
How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  souls  that  use  to  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praise. 

2  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  sufF'rer  cried  ; 
Nor  was  his  hope  exposed  to  shame, 
Nor  was  his  suit  denied. 

3  When  threat'ning  sorrows  round  me  stoo 

And  endless  fears  arose, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes. 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  sore  distress, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  sharpest  torments  ease, 
And  silenced  ail  my  fears. 

5  O  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  love ; 

Come  learn  his  pleasant  ways  ; 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove. 
The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell ; 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell. 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his ; 

His  eye  regards  the  just : 
How  richly  bless'd  their  portion  is 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust, 


SUPPLICATION.  107 

8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 
And  famish  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  supplies  his  holy  poor 
With  every  needful  good. 


118 


CM.  Salvation, 

1  /^OME  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
\J  A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fears  opprest, 

And  make  this  last  resolve  ;       < 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sins 

Have  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  he  will  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But  if  I  perish  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  « 1  can  but  perish  if  1  go  ; 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  1  know 
I  must  forever  die. 


108  PRAYER  AND 

7  "  But,  if  1  die  with  mercy  sought, 
When  I  the  King  have  tried, 
This  were  to  die  (delightful  thought !) 
As  sinner  never  died.55 


119 


C.  JVf.  Bethel. 

.  T)ESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth, 
[j  The  gift  of  saving  grace  ; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 
I  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 
Of  pure  and  heavenly  root ; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love  ; 
Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  crimes, 
But  merey  reigns  above. 

4  True  you  are  young,  but  there's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast : 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made, 

O  join  the  public  prayer  ! 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 
Oh  shed  yourselves  a  tear  ! 

6  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach  : 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus,  whom  we  preach. 


SUPPLICATION.  109 

L/U\J  L.M.  Kingsbridge 

i  r\  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  elaim  j 
\T  Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest : 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  ingaged  to  make  me  bless'd. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise ; 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servent  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  1  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travelers  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face : 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

Not  fruits  nor  wines,  that  tempt  our  taste, 
No  pleasures  that  to  sense  belong, 
Could  make  me  so  divinely  bless'd, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  song, 

6  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 
No  taste  or  pleasure  could  afford  ; 

'T  would  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  1  were  baninsh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidst  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  busy  cares    afflict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 


110 


PRAYER  AND 


8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  1,11  raise  my  voice, 
While  1  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

1/vl  Metre  8.  Plymouth  Dock. 

1  TESUS,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 

«J    No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare 
O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there ! 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone  I  am  ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 

2  O  grant  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dwell  but  thy  pure  love  alone! 
O  may  thy  love  possess  me  whole, 

My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown  ! 
Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove : 
My  every  act,  word,  thought  be  love. 

3  O  Love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray ! 

All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies; 
€are,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise  ; 
O  Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek  but  thee  ! 

4  Unwearied  may  I  thus  pursue, 

Dauntless  to  the  high  prizs  aspire  ; 
Hourly  within  my  soul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire  : 
And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 

To  guard  the  sacred  treasure  there. 


SUPPLICATION.  Ill 

I  £j(j  Metre  8.     Missionary  Farewell* 

MY  Savior,  thou  my  love  to  me 
In  shame,  in  want,  in  pain  hast  show'd  ; 
For  me  on  the  accursed  tree, 

Thou  pouredst  forth  thy  guiltless  blood ! 
Thine  image  on  my  heart  impress, 
Nor  aught  shall  the  loved  stamp  efface. 

I  More  hard  than  marble  is  my  heart, 
And  foul  with  sins  of  deepest  stain; 
But  thou  the  mighty  Savior  art, 

Nor  flow'd  thy  cleansing  blood  in  vain : 
Ah,  soften,  melt  this  rock,  and  may 
Thy  blood  wash  all  these  stains  away. 

3  O  that  I,  as  a  little  child, 

May  follow  thee,  and  never  rest, 
Till  sweetly  thou  hast  breathM  thy  mild 

And  lowly  mind  into  my  breast ; 
Nor  ever  may  we  parted  be, 
Till  1  one  spirit  be  with  thee. 

4  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way: 

How  wondrous  things  thy  love  has  wroughtj 
Still  lead  me,  lest  I  go  astray  : 

Direct  my  work,  inspire  my  thought ; 
And  if  1  fall,  soon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 

5  In  suff 'ring  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weakness  be  thy  love  my  power; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

Jesus,  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death  as  life  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died. 


112  PRAYER  AND 

JL/CÖ  C.  M.  Augusta. 

1  l  IT H1LST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Pow'r 
VV    -Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fillM. 

2  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  1  see ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee, 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  pray'r. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill, 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  seek  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
.  That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

l/v4  Metre  5.  Frardfort. 

1     |    ORD,  1  cannot  let  thee  go, 
]^  Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 


SUPPLICATION.  113 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  1  am  ? 

Ah !  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name  j 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy ; 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  pray'r; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free ; 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  1  have  seen ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou. 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  ev'ry  need  ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  : 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last? 

7  No — 1  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold, 
1  can  no  denial  take, 

When  L  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

itj  Mrtre  5.  Hot  ham. 

1    TESUS  !  lover  of  my  soul, 
»J    Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll—, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  hign  ! 


114  PRAYER  AND 

Hide  me,  O  my  Savior,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
O,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  1  none, — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  1  want ; 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find ! 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind, 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  1  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins — . 
Let  the  healing  stream  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  ; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

1/CU  L.  M.  Conformity. 

1    TESUS,  my  Savior,  let  me  be 
J    More  perfectly  conformed  to  thee  ; 


SUPPLICATION.  X15 

Implant  each  grace,  each  sin  dethrone, 
And  form  my  temper  like  thine  own. 

I  My  foe,  when  hungry,  let  me  feed, 
Share  in  his  grief,  supply  his  need ; 
The  haughty  frown  may  I  not  fear, 
But  with  a  lowly  meekness  bear. 

\  Let  the  envenom'd  heart  and  tongue, 
The  hand  outstretched  to  do  me  wrong, 
Excite  no  feelings  in  my  breast, 
But  such  as  Jesus  once  express'd. 

t  To  others  let  me  always  give 
What  I  from  others  would  receive  ; 
Good  deeds  for  evil  ones  return, 
Nor  when  provoked,  with  anger  burn. 

5  This  will  proclaim  how  bright  and  fair 
The  precepts  of  the  gospel  are  ; 
And  God  himself,  the  God  of  love, 
His  own  resemblance  will  approve. 


-J 


127 


Metre  8.      Missionary  Farewell, 

L  C\  O  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 
VJT  How  near  the  hour  of  death  may  be ; 
Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 

May  toll  its  doleful  notes  for  thee  : 
Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way, 
Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 

I  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care, 
And  while  thy  vig'rous  pulse  beats  high, 
Do  hope's  glad  visions  bright  and  fair, 
Dilate  thy  young  and  sparkling  eye. 


110  PRAYER  AND 

Soon  these  must  change,  must  pass  away  ; 
Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 

3  Thou  aged  man,  life's  wintry  storm 

Hath  searM  thy  past  and  vernal  bloom  ; 
With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 

Now  thou  art  bending  o'er  the  tomb, 
And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray  ? 
Go,  weary  pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 

4  Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath, 

Pride,  humbly  sink  thy  lifted  eye  ; 
Behold  the  caverns  dark  with  death, 

Which  now  before  you  open  lie  : 
The  heavenly  warning  now  obey, 
Ye  sons  of  pride,  go  watch  and  pray. 

J_/vC/  Metre5.         Divine  Inquiry, 

1  T  ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 

1  i  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow : 
O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
Jn  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  peace  and  joy  afford  ; 


.Il'jf. 


SUPPLICATION.  117 

Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
|  Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 
Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find, 
Thee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

L/vt/  S.  M.  Aylesbury, 

Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  : 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


118  PRAYER  AND 


130 


131 
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C,  M.  Rochester 

1  A  PPRO  ACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 
ix  Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  1  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest ; 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  Hiding-place  ? 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
1  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  thou  hast  died. 

5  O  wond'rous  love  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame  ; 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  1, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name, 

6  "  Poor  tempest  tossed  soul,  be  still, 

My  promised  grace  receive ;" 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks — [  must— I  will, 
1  can.  1  do  believe. 


L.  M.  Windham. 

OW  long  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
Like  one  who  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 


" 


SUPPLICATION.  119 

Canst  thou  thy  face  forever  hide. 
And  I  still  pray,  and  be  denied  ? 

I  Shall  1  forever  be  forgot, 
As  one  whom  thou  regardest  not  ? 
Still  shall  my  soul  thy  absence  mourn  ? 
And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  oppressed? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  see  me  sunk  so  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief; 
If  thou  withholds  thy  heav'nly  light, 
I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

5  How  will  the  powers  of  darkness  boast, 
If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost ! 

But  1  have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 
And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 
My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 

1U/W  S.  M.      Little  Marlborough. 

1  TT7ITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

VV    My  God>  to  thee  1  pray  : 
Oh,  make  me  learn,  while  1  am  young, 
How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 

2  Make  an  unguarded  youth, 

The  object  of  thy  care  ; 


120 


PRAYER  AND 


Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

3  My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  pow'r  divine  ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine« 

4  Oh,  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

5  To  what  thy  laws  impart, 

Be  my  whole  soul  inclined  ; 
Oh,  let  them  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 

6  May  thy  young  servant  learn, 

By  these  to  cleanse  his  way ; 
And  may  I  here  the  path  discern, 
That  leads  to  endless  day. 


133 


CM.  Dublin. 

1  "F)RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

I     Unutterd  or  express'd, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  ofa  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 


SUPPLICATION.  121 

Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach, 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  wTith  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say — "  Behold  he  prays." 


L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 


134 

VV    ln  coming  to  a  mercy-seat  ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  pray'r 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 
Pray'r  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw; 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw- — 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love — 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 
Restraining  pray'r — we  cease  to  fight; 
Pray'r  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

Have  you  no  words  ? — Ah  think  again  ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

i  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent — 


122  PRAYER  AND 

Your  cheerful  song  would  offner  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me !" 

X  0£)  Metre  5.  Cookham, 

1  TTOLY  Jesus,  lovely  Lamb, 
XjL  Thine  and  only  thine  I  am  ; 
Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul, 
Only  thou  possess  the  whole. 

2  Thou  my  dearest  object  be, 
Let  me  ever  cleave  to  thee; 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part, 
Let  me  give  thee  all  my  heart. 

3  Whom  have  1  on  earth  below  ? 
Only  thee  I  wish  to  know: 
Whom  have  I  in  heav'n  but  thee  ? 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 

4  All  my  treasure  is  above, 
My  best  portion  is  thy  love  : 
Who  the  worth  of  love  can  tell  ? 
Infinite,  unsearchable ! 

5  Nothing  else  may  I  require  ; 
Let  me  thee  alone  desire; 

Pleased  with  what  thy  love  provides. 
Wean'd  from  all  the  world  besides.  * 

löO  Metre  16.  Mendon. 

1  T  AMB  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
1^  To  thee  1  humbly  pray  ; 
Heal  me  of  my  grief  and  pain, 
O  take  my  sins  away. 


"■**- 


SUPPLICATION.  123 


From  this  bondange,  Lord,  release  5 

No  longer  let  me  be  oppress'd : 
Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast. 
I  Wilt  thou  cast  a  sinner  out, 

Who  humbly  comes  to  thee? 
No,  my  God,  I  cannot  doubt, 

Thy  mercy  is  for  me  : 
Let  me  then  obtain  the  grace, 

And  be  of  Paradise  possest : 
Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast. 

3  Wordly  good  I  do  not  want : 

Be  that  to  others  giv'n : 
Only  for  thy  love  I  pant ; 

My  all  on  earth  or  heav'n  ; 
This  the  crown  I  fain  would  seize, 

The  good  wherewith  I  would  be  blest ; 
Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast. 

4  This  delight  I  fain  would  prove, 

And  then  resign  my  breath, 
Join  the  happy  few  whose  love, 

Was  mightier  than  death. 
Let  it  not  my  Lord  displease, 

That  I  would  die  to  be  thy  guest ! 
Jesus,  Master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 

tO  I  Metre  12.       Deliverance. 

I  1  YTOW  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain, 


124 


PRAYER  AND 


When  brought  into  bondage  again, 
What  hops  of  a  second  release! 

Will  mercy  itself  be  so  kind 
To  spare  such  a  rebel  as  me  ? 

And  O,  can  I  possibly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  ? 

O  Jesus,  of  thee  1  inquire. 

If  still  thou  art  able  to  save. 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 

And  ransom  my  soul  from  the  grave  ; 
The  help  of  thy  Spirit  restore, 

And  show  me  the  life-giving  blood  ; 
And  pardon  a  sinner  once  more, 

And  bring  me  again  unto  God, 

O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

Come  quickly  to  help  a  lost  soul, 
To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 

And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole  : 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply. 

Thou  seest  the  soar  anguish  I  feel  ; 
Save,  Lord,  or  1  perish,  I  die, 

O  save,  or  1  sink  into  hell ! 


I  sink  if  thou  longer  delay 

Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  show  : 
Come  quickly,  and  kindly  display, 

The  pow'r  of  thy  passion  below  : 
By  all  thou  hast  done  for  my  sake, 

One  drop  of  thy  blood  1  implore  : 
Now,  now  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 

The  sinner  a  sinner  no  more. 


SUPPLICATION»  125 


C.  M.         Bangor — Balerma, 

1  TESTIS,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 
*J    As  such,  I  look  to  thee  ; 

Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary  ! 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

4  1  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

But  thy  salvation's  free; 
Then  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

5  How'e'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be  ; 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me  ! 

6  And  when  J  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then  O  my  great  Redeemer-God, 

1  pray,  remember  me  ! 

S\j  C.  M.  Dubli?i. 

1    j    ORD,  teach  thy  servants  how  to  pray, 
!  /  With  rev'rence  and  with  fear ; 
Though  dust  and  ashes,  yet  we  may, 
We  must  to  thee  draw  near. 


126  PRAYER  AND 

2  We  come,  then,  God  of  grace,  to  thee  ! 

Give  broken,  contrite  hearts  ; 
Give  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 

3  Give  deep  humility — the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong  desiring  confidence 
To  see  thy  face  and  live. 

4  Give  faith  in  that  one  Sacrifice 

Which  can  for  sin  atone ; 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes 
On  Christ — on  Christ  alone. 

5  Give  patience  still  to  wait  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay — 
Courage  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  thee,  though  thou  slay. 

6  Give  these — and  then  thy  will  be  done  ! 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  through  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 


140 


Metre  10.     Unitia — Stockbridgi 

1  /^  OME  Lord  from  above,  the  mountains  remov» 
V^  O'erlLirn  all  that  hinders  the  course  of  thy  lov( 

My  bosom  inspire,  enkindle  the  fire, 

And  wrap  my  whole  soul  in  the  flames  of  desirc 

2  I  languish  and  pine  for  the  com  (ort  divine, 
O  when  shall  I  say,  my  Beloved  is  mine  ? 
I've  chosen  the  good  part,  my  portion  thou  art: 
O  Love,  let  me  find  thee,  O  God,  in  my  heart ! 

3  For  this  my  heart  sighs,  nothing  else  can  suffice 
How  Lord,  can  I  purchase  the  pearl  of  great  price 


supplication.  127 

It  cannot  be  bought ;  thou  know'st  I  have  nought, 
Not  an  action,  a  word,  or  a  truly  good  thought. 

But  I  hear  a  voice  say,  without  money  you  may 
Receive  it,  whoever  hath  nothing  to  pay  ; 
Who  on  Jesus  relies,  without  money  or  price, 
The  pearl  of  forgiveness  and  holiness  buys. 

The  blessing  is  free,  so,  Lord,  let  it  be : 
I  yield  that  thy  love  should  be  given  to  me ; 
I  freely  receive  what  thou  freely  dost  give, 
And  consent  to  thy  love,  in  thine  Eden  to  live. 

The  gift  I  embrace,  the  Giver  I  praise, 
I  And  ascribe  my  salvatiou  to  Jesus's  grace  ; 
It  came  from  above,  the  foretaste  I  prove, 
And  I  soon  shall  receive  all  thy  fulness  of  love. 


141 


C.  M.  Suffield. 

1   1/TY  God,  consider  my  distress, 
[VjL  -Let  mercy  plead  my  cause  ; 
Though  1  have  sinned  against  thy  grace, 
I  ne'er  forget  thy  laws, 
■'Mil  !  2  Forbid,  forbid  the  sharp  reproach, 
no«  i  Which  I  so  justly  fear  ; 

iiylofi  !       Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hope, 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 

Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 

The  shinings  of  thy  face. 


4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 


128  PRAYER  AND 

"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfill 
And  bid  my  comforts  rise  ? 

5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 
And  show  thy  grace  the  same  : 
Thy  tender  mercies  still  afford 
To  those  that  love  thy  name. 


142 


CM.  Liberty  UalU 

WITH  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  fac 
O  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands,  0  Gad  of  grace, 

Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 
Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlasting  guard 

From  every  rising  sin. 
I'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  fainst, 

When  men  transgress  thy  word. 
While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wrong, 

My  Spirit  stands  in  awe  ; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 

But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

My  heart  with  sacred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 

My  flesh,  with  holy  trembling,  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 


6  My  God,  1  long,  I  hope,  1  wait, 
For  thy  salvation  still  j 


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SUPPLICATION.  129 

While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  1  obey  thy  will. 

4:0  L.  M.  Portugal. 

1ESUS,  the  spring  of  joys  divine, 
Whence  all  oar  hopes  and  comforts  flow ; 
Jesus,  no  other  name  but  thine 
Can  save  us  from  eternal  woe. 

In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 
The  way  to  happiness  and  God  ; 
Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 
Bewildered  in  a  dubious  road. 

Nor  other  name  will  heav'n  approve; 

Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  Way, 
[Ordained  by  everlasting  love, 
|To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 

Irlere  let  our  constant  feet  abide, 
[Vor  from  the  heavenly  path  depart ; 
|0  let  thy  Spirit,  gracious  Guide  ! 
direct  our  steps  and  cheer  our  heart. 

>afe  lead  us  through  this  world  of  night, 
Vnd  bring  us  to  the  blissful  plains,— 
The  regions  of  unclouded  light, 
Vhere  perfect  joy  forever  reigns. 


14 


L.  M.  Alfreton« 

IESUS,  my  Savior,  brother,  friend, 
On  wThom  1  cast  my  every  care, 
>n  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
ispire.  and  then  accept  my  prayer, 
5 


130 


PRAYER    AND 


2  If  I  have  tasted  of  thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  sure  salvation  brings  ; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  stays, 
And  hov'ring,  hides  me  in  his  wings  : 

3  Still  let  him  with  my  weakness  stay, 
Nor  for  a  moment's  space  depart ; 
Evil  and  danger  turn  away. 

And  keep  till  he  renew  my  heart. 

4  When  to  the  right  or  left  J  stray, 
His  voice  behind  me  may  1  hear, 

(i  Return,  and  walk  in  Christ  the  way, 
Fly  back  to  Christ,  for  sin  is  near. 

5  His  sacred  unction  from  above, 
Be  still  my  comforter  and  guide, 
Till  all  the  stony  he  remove, 
And  in  my  loving  heart  reside. 

6  Jesus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 
From  nature's  every  path  retreat: 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
And  set  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 

7  Uphold  me  Savior,  or  I  fall  ; 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand! 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call. 
Only  by  laith  in  thee  1  stand. 


: 


4tvJ  L.  M.  Bridgewater 

/10ME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
I   ;   With  light  and  comfort  from  above, 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  ev'ry  thought  and  step  preside. 


SUPPLICATION.  131 

Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 

From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 

Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 

And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way  ; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

Lead  us  to  holiness  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ; 

Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 

Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 

In  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd 

Lead  us  to  heav'n,  the  seat  of  bliss, 

Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 


INVITATION, 


46 


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Metre  5.  Sincerity. 

1    1  ESÜS'  precious  name  excels 
J    Jordan's  streams,  and  Salem's  wells  ; 
Thirsty  sinners,  come  and  draw, 
Quench  the  flames  of  Sinai's  law, 

Fearful  sinners,  come  and  try  ; 
Draw  and  drink  a  sweet  supply  ; 
Christ  is  ever  full  and  free  ; 
Sinner,  come,  where'er  you  be. 


132 


INVITATION, 


3  See  the  waters  springing  up, 
To  revive  your  languid  hope  ; 
Fill  your  vessels  as  it  rolls, 
And  refresh  your  weary  souls. 

4  Lo  !  the  Spirit  now  invites  ! 
Lo !  the  cheerful  bride  unites  ; 
Jesus  calls,  be  not  afraid, 

Lo !  for  you  the  well  was  made. 

5  Haste  you  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Seek  salvation  in  his  blood  ; 

in  it  there  is  boundless  store 
For  ten  thousand  thousand  more. 

6  Let  us  still  our  vessels  bring 
To  the  soul-refreshing  spring  ; 
Constant  let  our  praises  rise, 
Till  we  drink  above  the  skies. 


l4l  CM,       Christ's  InvitatM 

1  A    MAZING  sight!  the  Savior  stands, 
f\    And  knocks  at  every  door  ! 

Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  l<  Behold,"  he  saith,  «  I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest : — 
Hear,  sinner,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

3  «  Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell  ? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me  forever  dwell? 


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INVITATION.  133 

4  **  Not  to  condemn  your  wretched  race 

Have  I  in  judgment  come  ; 
But  to  display  unbounded  grace, 
And-bring  lost  sinners  home. 

5  "  Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 

And  bear  eternal  pain  ? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
With  me  forever  reign  ? 

6  «  Say — will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice. 

And  have  your  sins  forgiv'n  ? 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice. 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heav'n  V 


1 


4o  L.  M.  Bourbon. 

X)  DAY,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice, 

Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice  ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

;an<lsj    Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

d die  J  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 

-,  |  Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  Redeeming  love. 


•J' 


Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 


134 


INVITATION. 


5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come  share  with  us  eternal  joys  ; 
Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell — 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell. 


149 


Metre  60.     Healing  Fountain 

SEE  the  Fountain  open'd  wide, 
That  from  pollution  frees  us, 
Flowing  from  the  wounded  side, 
Of  our  immanuel  Jesus  ! 

CHORUS. 

Ho!   every  one  that  thirsts, 

Come  ye  to  the  waters  ; 
Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirst, 
With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 
Sinners,  hear  the  Savior's  call, 

Consider  what  you  }re  doing  ; 
Jesus  Christ  can  cleanse  you  all, 
Will  you  not  come  unto  him? 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 
Dying  sinners,  come  and  try  ; 

These  waters  will  relieve  you  : 
Without  money  come  and  buy, 

For  Christ  will  freely  give  you. 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 
He  wTho  drinks  shall  never  die  ; 
These  waters  fail  him  never  : 
Sinners  come,  and  now  apply, 
And  drink,  and  live  forever. 
Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 


«IL 


INVITATION.  135 

5  Weeping  Mary,  full  of  grief, 

Came  begging  for  these  waters: 
Jesus  gave  her  full  relief, 

With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 
Ho!  every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 

6  See  the  woman  at  the  well, 

Conversing  with  the  Savior  ; 

Soon  she  found  that  he  could  tell 

The  whole  of  her  behavior. 

Ho  !   every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 

7  When  she  asked,  and  thus  obtain'd 

A  drink,  her  heart  was  flaming; 
Thus  the  gift  divine  she  gain'd, 
And  ran  to  town  proclaiming, 
Ho  !   every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 

8  The  thief  had  only  time  to  think, 

And  tell  the  doleful  story  ; 
Jesus  gave  him  leave  to  drink, — 
He  drank,  and  rled  to  glory. 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 

9  Christians,  you  can  fully  tell 

The  virtue  of  these  waters ; 
You  were  once  the  heirs  of  hell, 
But  now  are  sons  and  daughters. 
Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  &c. 


i50 


Metre  10.  Stockbridse, 


OALL  that  pass  by,  to  Jesus  draw  near  ; 
He  utters  a  cry,  ye  sinners,  give  ear  ! 
From  hell  to  retrieve  you  he  spreads  out  his  hands, 
Now,  now  to  receive  you  he  graciously  stands. 


136  INVITATION. 


2  If  any  man  thirst  and  happy  would  be, 

The  vilest  and  worst  may  come  unto  me  ;     . 
May  drink  of  my  Spirit,  excepted  is  none, 
Lay  claim  to  my  merit,  and  take  for  his  own, 

3  Whoever  receives  the  life-giving  word, 
In  Jesus  believes,  his  God  and  his  Lord; 
In  him  a  pure  river  of  life  shall  arise; 
Shall  in  the  believer  spring  up  to  the  skies. 

4  My  God  and  my  Lord  !   thy  call  I  obey, 
My  soul  on  thy  word  of  promise  I  stay  : 
Thy  kind  invitation  I  gladly  embrace, 
Athirst  for  salvation,  salvation  by  grace. 

5  O  hasten  the  hour,  send  down  from  above 
The  Spirit  of  power,  of  health  and  of  love  : 
Of  filial  fear,  of  knowledge  and  grace; 

Of  wisdom  and  prayer,  of  joy  and  of  praise  ; 

6  The  Spirit  of  faith,  of  faith  in  thy  blood, 
Which  saves  us  from  wrath  &  brings  ustoGodj 
Removes  the  huge  mountain  of  indwelling  sin] 
And  opens  a  fountain  that  washes  us  clean. 


Metre   11.      Watchman's  Cah\ 


151 

\A/ HYsleepwe,  my  brethren!  come  let  us  arise 
YV    O  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  th 
prize  : 
Salvation  is  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent, 
O  let  us  be  active  ;  awake  and  repent. 

2  Oh  how  can  we  slumber !  the  Master  is  come, 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home  ; 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite, 
Xhe  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 


lud  all 

[Savioi 

Id  i 

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i  es! 


ice. 

,  m 
ilove 

use 


INVITATION.  137 

i  O,  how  can  we  slumber,  our  foes  are  awake; 
To  ruin  poor  souls  every  effort  they  make, 
T'  accomplish  their  object  no  means  are  untried, 
The  careless  they  comfort,  the  wakeful  misguide, 

0,  how  can  we  slumber  when  so  much  was  done 
To  purchase  salvation  by  Jesus  the  Son! 
Now  mercy  is  proffered,  and  justice  display'd, 
Now  God  can  be  honored  and  sinners  be  saved. 

0,  how  can  we  slumber,  when  death  is  so  near, 
And  sinners  are  sinking  to  endless  despair; 
Now  prayers  may  avail  and  gain  the  high  prize, 
Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their  eyes. 

0,  how  can  ye  slumber,  ye  sinners,  look  round. 
Beforethe  last  trumpet  your  hearts  !■  ha  1 1  confound; 
0,  fly  to  the  Savior,  he  calls  thee  to-day  ; 
"While  mercy  is  waiting,  O  make  no  delay. 


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ind 


ZJ  /£/  Metre  10.        Stockbridge, 

YE  thirsty  for  God,  to  Jesus  give  ear, 
And  take,  through  his  blood,  a  power  to 
drawT  near  ; 
His  kind  invitation,  ye  sinners,  embrace, 
.f:1|  Accepting  salvation,  salvation  by  grace. 

Sent  down  from  above,  who  governs  the  skies, 
tin  vehement  love,  to  sinners,  he  cries, 
"  Drink  into  my  Spirit  who  happy  would  be, 
And  all  things  inherit  by  coming  to  me,53 

0  Savior  of  all,  thy  word  we  believe, 
|And  come  at  thy  call,  thy  grace  to  receive; 
The  blessing  is  given  wherever  thou  art  : 
The  earnest  of  heaven  is  love  in  the  heart. 


138 


INVITATION. 


4  To  us  at  thy  feet,  the  Comforter  give ; 
Who  gasp  to  admit  thy  Spirit  and  live ; 
The  weakest  believers  acknowledge  for  thine, 
And  fill  us  with  rivers  of  water  divine. 

]_0O  Metre  33.         Star  in  the  East. 

1  T)  ESTLESS  thy  Spirit,  poor  wandering  sinne 
W)  Restless  and  roving — O  come  to  thy  home 
Return  to  the  arms — to  the  bosom  of  mercy; 

The  Savior  ot  sinners  invites  thee  to  come,  j 

2  Darkness  surrounds  thee,  and  tempests  are  risinf 

Fearful  and  dangerous  the  path  thou  hast  tro 

But  mercy  shines  forth  in  the  rainbow  of  promig- 

To  welcome  the  wanderer  home  to  his  God, 


Peace  to  the  storm  in  thy  soul  shall  be  spoken  j| 
Guilt  from  thy  bosom  be  banish'd  away; 

And  heav'n's  sweet  breezes,  o'er  death  s  rollif 
billows, 
Shall  waft  thee  at  last  to  the  regions  of  day. 


But  oh,  if  regardless  of  God's  gracious  warninf 

Afar  from  his  favor  your  soul  must  remove 
May  you  never  hear — never  feel  the  dread  s*| 
tence  ; 


But  live  to  his  ffl 


ory. 


and  die  in  his  love. 


104;  L.  M.  Abingdon 

ARK!  the  Redeemer,  from  on  high, 
Sweetly  invites  his  favorites  nigh; 
From  caves  of  darkness  and  of  doubt, 
He  gently  speaks  and  calls  us  out. 


'H 


Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  ; 
;J  '  To  thee  our  joyful  lips  shall  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  of  praise. 


«si. 

«Go1 


INVITATION.  139 

"  My  dove,  who  hidest  in  the  rock, 
Thine  heart  almost  with  sorrow  broke  ; 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

"  Thy  voice  to  me  sounds  ever  sweet ; 
My  graces  in  thy  countenance  meet  ; 
Though  the  vain  world  thy  face  despise, 
'Tis  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes." 


1  am  my  Love's  and  he  is  mine, 
Our  hearts,  our  hopes,  our  passions  join  ; 
Nur  let  a  motion  nor  a  word, 
j roll  i  Nor  thought,  arise  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

My  soul  to  pastures  fair  he  leads, 
Among  the  lilies  where  he  feeds  ; 
Among  the  saints,  (whose  robes  are  white 
Washed  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 


vary 


■'(H 


Jill  the  day  break  and  shadows  flee, 
Till  the  swTeet  dawning  light  I  see, 
Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  soul  in  darkness  mourn. 

Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  sin  j 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief,  divide 
My  Love,  my  Savior,  from  my  side. 


110 


INVITATION. 


ä: 


155 


Metre  9.  Lenox. 

1  /"*iOME,  every  pious  heart, 

\j  That  loves  the  Savior's  name, 

Your  noblest  pow'rs  exert, 
To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  Such  was  his  zeal  for  God, 

And  such  his  love  for  you. 
He  nobly  undertook 

What  Gabriel  could  not  do  ; 
His  every  deed  of  love  and  grace 
All  words  exceed  and  thoughts  surpass. 

3  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  camp  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
What  he  endured,  O  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell  ! 

4  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes, 

In  glorious  triumph  led  : 
Up  through  the  sky  the  Conq'ror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Savior  God. 

5  From  thence  he'll  quickly  come, 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 

To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 


'•    ', 


INVITATION. 


141 


6  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love, 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve, 
Our  hearts,  our  all  to  thee  we  give  : 
The  gift,  though  small  thou  wilt  receive» 

LOO  CM.  Divinity* 

1  /  \H  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
XJ  Are  in  the  gospel  found ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 

Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 

Are  freely  welcome  here  ; 
Salvation,  like  a  rive,  rolls, 
Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3  Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds^ 

Your  every  burden  bring! 
Here  love,  unchanging  love  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring  ! 

4  Whoever  will — O  gracious  word  ! 

Shall  of  this  stream  partake ; 
Come  thirsty  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord,, 
And  drink  for  Jesus'  sake ! 

5  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace  ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too,, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 


57 


C.   M.  Rochester*. 

1  TJpHE  Savior  calls — let  every  ear 
JL    Attend  the  heav'nly  sound  : 


142 


INVITATION. 


Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 

Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 
For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  : 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 

To  banish  mortal  woe. 
Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  every  pain; 
(Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  !) 

Nor  shall  we  thirst  in  vain. 

Ye  sinners,  come — 'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey  : 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys — 

And  can  you  yet  delay. 

Dear  Savior,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 


158 


L.  M. 


Hebron, 


TTJHTLE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
V V     Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ! 
"  Come  sinners,  haste,  oh  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he's  found. 

Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 


: 


J 


INVITATION.  143 

I   Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

|  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 

|    No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer. 

i        Nor  Savior  call  you  to  the  skies.- 

}  No  wonders  to  the  dead  are  shown, 
(The  wonders  of  redeeming  love  ;) 

i    No  voice  his  glorious  truth  makes  known, 
Nor  sings  the  bliss  of  climes  above. 

I  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 
In  these  forgetful  realms  appear, 

!    Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 
And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 

1 0  y  C .  M .         Awful  Majesty. 

1  ^jINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 
i)  'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day; 

He  calls  you  by  his  sov'reign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark  and  leads  to  hell  ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair. 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 


144  INVITATION. 

In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days 
To  reap  immortal  woe  ! 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him  your  sov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 


( 


160 


L.  M.  Devotion» 

1  nPHE  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds, 

J^    Over  the  rocks  and  rising  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  seas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 

2  Now,  through  the  vail  of  flesh,  1  see, 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  ; 
Now  in  the  gospel's  clearest  glass, 
He  shows  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue; 

"  Rise,"  saith  my  Lord,  "  make  haste  awaj 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  stay. 

4  "The  Jewish  wintry  state  is  gone, 
The  mists  are  lied,  the  spring  comes  on, 


I», 


;eaMj 


INVITATION.  145 

The  sacred  turtle-dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year, 
"  Th?  immortal  Vine  of  heavenly  root, 
Blossoms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit." 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  taste  the  wine  : 
Our  souls  rejoice  and  bless  the  Vine. 
And  when  we  hear  our  Jesus  say, 
"  Rise  up,  my  Love,  and  haste  away  ;" 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  love  behind. 

Ul  Metre  40.     Boundless  Mercy, 

1  TAROOPING  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 
X)  Heaven  is  propitious  ; 
If  in  Christ  you  do  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious; 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calls  the  mourners  to  him, 
Brings  salvation  from  on  high— 

Now  look  up  and  view  him. 
I  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 

Runs  the  healing  lotion  ; 
See  the  consolating  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean  ; 
See  the  healing  waters  move 

For  the  sick  and  dying; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 
3  Grace  's  store  is  ever  free 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 
Jesus  calls,  "  Come  unto  me 

Ye  weary,  heavy  laden  ; 


J46 


INVITATION, 


Though  your  sins  like  mountains  high, 
Rise  and  reach  to  heaven ; 

Soon  as  you  on  me  rely, 
All  shall  be  forgiven. " 

4  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say, 

1  will  go  and  prove  him ; 
if  he  takes  my  sins  away, 

Surely  1  shall  love  him. 
Yes  !  1  see  the  Father  smile, 

Now  I  lose  my  burden  ; 
All  is  grace — for  1  am  vile, 

Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 

5  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows  ! 

Now  1  know,  I  feel  it ; 
Tongue  cannot  trie  half  disclose, 

Yet  L  long  to  tell  it. 
Jesus  blood  has  heal'd  my  wound  : 

O  the  wondrous  blessing! 
I,  through  mercy  now  have  found, 

All  in  him  possessing. 

1\)Z  L.  M.  Tender  Thoug 

1  POME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
\J  Ye  heavy  laden  sinners  come, 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 

And  bring  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  «  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me  ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 

And  pride  is  wrestless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 


INVITATION.  147^ 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 
Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  : 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


Metre  56.      Royal  Proclamation, 
1    I  T  EAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
Xj[   The  glad  tidings  of  Salvation, 
Publishing  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heav?n  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns. 

I  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor, 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Savior. 
Jesus  reigns. 

}  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy? 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly  ; 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  forever; 
Oh  !  now  turn  to  God  the  Savior. 
Jesus  reigns. 

I  Here  is  w7ine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money; 
Mercy,  flowing  like  a  fountain, 
ijf   Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain, 
Jesus  reigns. 


148  INVITATION. 

5  For  this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams,  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 
Jesus  reigns. 


164 


Metre  7.  Dresden 

1  f  N;OME  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
XJ  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  qome  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream : 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

4  Come  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
Yon  will  never  come  at  all, 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


4UD,| 
) 


INVITATION. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  i  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him. 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

«  It  is  rinish'd  I" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 
Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus, 

Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  join  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


149 


55 


C.  M.  Mear, 


1  T7E  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

X     Behold  a  royal  feast  ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  There  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls — he  bids  you  come  : 
Though  guilt  restrains,  and  fear  alarms, 
Behold,  there  yet  is  room. 

2  Oh  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love; 
While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 


150 


INVITATION. 


4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  Eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
And  enter  while  there's  room. 


166        S.M. 

1  T7E  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 


Aylesbury, 


While  yet  'tis  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awfnl  voice  of  death 
Command  your  soul  away. 

Soon  will  the  harvest  close  ; 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er ; 
And  soon  your  injured,  angry  God, 

Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

Then  while  'tis  called  to-day, 

O  hear  the  gospel  sound  ; 
Come,  sinner,  haste — oh  haste  away, 

While  pardon  may  be  found. 


COMFORT  IN  TRIBULATION. 


167 


CM.  Augusta. 

F  Paul  in  Cesar's  court  must  stand, 
He  need  not  fear  the  sea ; 


8Lo, 


COMFORT  IN  TRIBULATION.  151 

Secured  from  harm  on  every  hand 
By  the  divine  decree. 

2  Although  the  ship  wherein  he  sail'd, 

By  dreadful  storms  was  toss'd  ; 
The  promise  over  all  prevail'd 
And  not  a  life  was  lost. 

3  Jesus,  the  God  whom  Paul  adored, 

Who  saves  in  time  of  need 
Was  then  confess'd  by  all  on  board 
A  present  help  indeed. 

4  Though  neither  sun  nor  stars  were  seen, 

Paul  knew  the  Lord  was  near, 
And  faith  preserved  his  soul  serene, 
When  others  shook  with  fear. 

5  Believers  thus  are  toss'd  about 

On  life's  tempestuous  main, 
But  grace  assures  beyond  a  doubt, 
They  shall  their  port,  attain. 

6  They  must,  they  shall  appear  one  day, 

Before  their  Savior's  throne  ; 
The  storms  they  meet  with  by  the  way 
But  make  his  power  known. 

7  Their  passage  lies  across  the  brink 

Of  many  a  threat'ning  wave  ; 
The  world  expects  to  see  them  sink, 
But  Jesus  lives  to  save. 

8  Lord,  though  w-e  are  but  feeble  worms, 

Yet  since  thy  word  is  past, 
We'll  venture  through  a  thonsand  storms, 
To  see  thy  face  at  last. 


152  COMFORT  IN  TRIBULATION. 


16 


C.  M.  Solon. 

1  r\PPRESS'D  with  fear,  oppressed  with  grief, 
V  /  To  God  I  breath'd  my  cry  : 

His  mercy  brought  divine  relief, 
And  wiped  my  tearful  eye. 

2  His  mercy  chased  the  shades  of  death, 

And  snacthM  me  from  the  grave  : 
O  may  his  praise  employ  that  breath 
Which  mercy  deigns  to  save. 

3  Come,  O  ye  saints  !  your  voices  raise 

To  God  in  grateful  songs  : 
And  let  the  memory  of  his  grace 
Inspire  your  hearts  and  tongues. 

4  Her  deepest  gloom,  when  sorrow  spreads, 

And  light  and  hope  depart, 
His  smiles  celestial  morning  sheds, 
And  joy  revives  the  heart. 

5  Then  let  my  utmost  glory  be 

To  raise  thy  honors  high  : 
Nor  let  my  gratitude  to  thee 
In  guilty  silence  die. 

6  To  thee,  my  gracious  God,  1  raise 

My  thankful  heart  and  tongue  ; 
O  be  thy  goodness  and  thy  praise 
My  everlasting  song  ! 


169 

'W 


Metre  8.     Missionary  Farewell. 
OULD  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die  ? 
Why  hangs  he  then  on  yonder  tree  ? 


w^mm^m^mmma 


COMFORT  IN  TRIBULATION.  153 

What  means  that  strange  expiring  cry  ? 

(Sinner,  he  prays  for  you  and  me;) 
"  Forgive  them,  Father,  O  forgive, 
They  know  not  that  by  me  they  live  !" 
0,  Jesus  descended  from  above, 

Our  loss  of  Eden  to  retrieve  ; 
Great  God  of  universal  love, 

If  all  the  world  through  thee  may  live, 
In  us  a  quiek'ning  Spirit  be, 
And  witness  thou  hast  died  for  me. 

3  Thou  loving  all-atoning  Lamb, 

Thee  by  thy-,  painful  agony, 
Thy  bloody  sweat,  thy  grief  and  shame, 

Thy  cross  and  passion  on  the  tree, 
Thy  precious  death  and  life — [  pray 
Take  all,  take  all  my  sins  away. 

4  O  let  me  kiss  thy  bleeding  feet, 

And  bathe  and  wash  them  with  my  tears  ; 
The  story  of  thy  love  repeat 

In  every  drooping  sinner's  ears  ; 
That  all  may  hear  the  quickening  sound: 
Since  I,  even  1  have  mercy  found. 

5  O  let.  thy  love  my  heart  constrain, 

Thy  love  for  every  sinner  free, 
That  every  fallen  son  of  man, 

May  taste  the  grace  that  found  out  me  ; 
That  all  mankind  with  me  may  prove, 
Thy  sovereign,  everlasting  love. 


154  INFINITE  MERCY. 

I 

INFINITE  MERCY. 


170 

■T) 


Metre  5.  Earnest  Call» 

EPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be, 


Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare  ? 
I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  "  How  can  1  give  thee  up  ?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

There  for  me  the  Savior  stands  ; 

Shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands! 

God  is  love  !   I  know,  1  feel ; 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

Jesus  answer  from  above, 

Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  the  wrong  forget  ? 

Suffer  me  to  kiss  thy  feet  ? 

Now  incline  me  to  repent  ! 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ! 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore  ! 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


INFINITE  MERCY.  155 


171 


Metre   11.  Protection. 

1  TT  OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
.JLJl  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Savior  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 

sla-nd, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

3  "When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shaii  not  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  Jbless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shal^be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee — I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  "  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove, 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 

And  then,  when  grey  hairs  snail  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  l-ean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foe*; 

That  soul,  though  all    hell  fhould  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake. 


156  1FF1NITE    MERCY. 

\_.4-:&  CM.  Rockingham. 

1  TJ  OW  condescending:  and  how  kind 
J~|    Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 

Our  misery  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  When  Justice  by  our  sins  provoked, 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword, 
He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word. 

3  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

4  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That,  when  the  Savior  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great  : 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 

6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  wThen  he  died, 
And  see  the  sorrows  of  his  soul 
Bleed  through  his  wounded  side. 

7  Here  we  receive  repeated  seals 

Of  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  soft  affection  move. 


INFINITE  MERCY.  157 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 


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Metre  6.  "Refuge, 

1  •  Tl'/f  Y  God  !  thy  boundless  love  we  praise  : 

Jj'S    How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze — - 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thy  eternal  throne  ; 
Through  heav*n  its  joys  forever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'Tis  love  that  gilds  the  vernal  ray, 
Adorns  the  flowery  robe  of  May ; 

Perfumes  the  breathing  gale: 
'Tis  love  that  loads  the  plenteous  plain, 
With  blushing  fruits  and  golden  grain, 

And  smiles  o'er  every  vale. 

3  But  in  thy  gospel  it  appears 
In  sweeter,  fairer  characters, 

And  charms  the  ravished  breast: 
There  love  immortal  leaves  the  skies, 
To  wipe  the  drooping  mourner's  eyes 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  There  smiles  a  kind,  propitious  God, 
There  flows  a  dying  Savior's  blood, 

The  pledge  of  sins  forgiv'n  I 
There  faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
To  regions  of  eternal  day. 

And  opens  all  her  heav'n. 


158  INFINITE  MERCY. 

5  Then  in  redeeming  love  rejoice, 
My  soul  ! — and  hear  a  Savior's  voice, 

That  calls  thee  to  the  skies  ; 
Above  life's  empty  scenes  aspire, 
Its  sordid  cares  and  mean  desire, — 

And  seize  th'  eternal  prize. 


174 


S.   M.  Ninety-Thin 

1  ll/TY  soul,  with  joy  attend, 
|YJ_   While  Jesus  silence  breaks  ; 

No  angel's  harp  such  music  yields, 
As  what  my  shepherd  speaks. 

2  "  I  know  my  sheep,"  he  cries, 

<•'  My  soul  approves  them  well  : 
Vain  is  the  treach'rous  world5s  disguise, 
And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 

3  "  I  freely  feed  them  now 

With  tokens  of  my  love  ; 
But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
And  sweeter  streams  above. 

4  "  Unnumbered  years  of  bliss 

I  to  my  sheep  will  give  ; 
And  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands, 
Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

5  "  This  tried  almighty  hand, 

Is  raised  for  their  defence  : 
Where  is  the  pow'r  shall  reach  them  there  ? 
Or  what  shall  force  them  thence." 

6  Enough,  my  gracious  Lord, 

Lat  faith  triumphant  cry  : 
My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live, 
Can  on  this  promise  die. 


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THE  LOVE  OF  GOB.  159 

THE  LOVE  OF  GOD. 


K 

L.  M.  Devotion, 

1  f\F  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
\J  Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 
Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 

The  highest  rapture  of  the  blest. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thine  embrace, 

There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove; 
Each  smile  that's  seen  upon  thy  face, 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  When  of  thine  absence  we  complain, 

And  long,  and  weep,  and  humbly  pray; 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 

Those  tears  are  sweet  which  mourn  thy  stay% 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 

Or  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  from  above, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  our  God,  descend  and  come  ; 
Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face; 

'Tis  heav'n  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 


176 


L.  M.  Kimhohon. 

1   QO  let  our  lives  and  lips  express 
k)  The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 


160  THE  LOVE  OF  GOD. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honor  of  our  Savior  God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin, 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied; 
Passion  and  envy,  iust  and  pride  : 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth  and  love 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 


177 


L.  M.     Bridgewater — Shoeh 
HO  is  this  fair  one  in  distress, 
That  travels  through  the  wilderness. 
And  prest  with  sorrows  and  with  sins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  she  leans. 

2  This,  is  the  spouse  of  Christ  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treasure  of  his  blood; 
And  her  request  and  her  complaint, 

Is  but  the  voice  of  every  saint. 

3  "  O  let  my  name  engraven  stand, 
Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand, 
Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wrear 
The  pledge  of  love  forever  there, 

4  "  Stronger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
Which  floods  of  wrath  could  never  drown  ; 
And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 

To  quence  a  fire  so  much  divine. 


THE  LOVE  OF  GOD.  161 

3  "  But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 
Lest  it  from  thee  should  once  depart ; 
Then  let  thy  name  be  well  impressed, 
As  a  fair  signet  on  my  breast. 

5  "Till  thou  hast  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
Thy  count'nance  let  me  often  see, 
And  often  thou  shalt  hear  from  me. 

7  "  Come,  my  beloved,  haste  away, 
Cut  short  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
Fly  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe 
Over  the  hills  where  spices  grow." 


178 


Metre  10.  TJnitia, 


1  /   I  TELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
\J  The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er; 
A  country  I've  found  where  tine  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 

The  souls  that  believe,  in  glory  shall  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive; 
My  sou!,  don't  delay — he  calls  thee  away, 
Jtise,  follow  thy  Savior,  and  bless  the  glad  day, 

No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,  strength  and  comfort — go  after  him,go: 
Lo  !  onward  1  move  to  a  city  above  ; 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will 
Prove. 

Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell  and  sin, 
'Midst  outward  affliction  shall  feel  Christ  within  ; 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 
6 


162 


THE  LOVE  OF  GOD. 


5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind; 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care,  my  neighbors  may  share 
These  blessings — to  seek  them  will  none  of  you 

dare  ? 
In  bondange,  O  why!  in  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so  nigh? 


179 

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D  Ant 


Metre  10. 


Stoc&bridge. 


ONE  unbelief!  my  Savior  is  near, 
id  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear  : 
By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'lis  his  to  provide  : 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'U  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink  ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer,  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleaureto  help  me  quite  thro'. 

4  Why  should  I  comp'ain  of  want  and  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? — he  told  me  no  less  ; 
The  heirs  of  Salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Thro'  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lord. 

5  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food  ; 

Tho'  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  betöre  long 
And  then,  Ü  how  pleasant— the  conqueror's  song 


THE  LOVE  OF  GOD.  163 

lOU  Metre  4.  Charleston. 

1  /"]  OD  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens, 
VT  All  the  path  in  wlv.ch  we  move  : 
Bliss  he  forms,  and  woe  he  lightens  : 

God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever; 

Worlds  decay,  and  ages  move; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  : 
I  God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  mist  his  brightness  streameth  ; 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above; 
Every  where  his  glory  shineth  : 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 


181 


Metre  21.         Eden  of  Love. 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 
me'. 
In  yen  blissful  region  the  haven  of  rest, 

Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet 

me, 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest  ; 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  unclouded, 
I'll"  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded. 
And   range  with  delight   through   the    Eden  of 

Love. 


164  THE  LOVE  OF    GOD. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned  celestial 
Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  reginos  terre* 

trial, 
In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise  : 
Then  songs  of  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  through 

heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond.  To  Immanuel  be  given 
AM  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the  Eden  of 
Love. 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state  !  Hail,  ye  songsters  of 

glory  ! 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soonl'll  meet  you  above, 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 
"Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus's  love.' 
Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  preiibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation' 
My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


Metre  11.  Conversion, 


TPjjy  mercy,  my  God,  isthe  theme  of  my  song 
X    The  joy  of  my  heart  and  the  boast  of  my 

tongue ; 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fa 


2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live  here; 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair  : 
But  through  thy  free  goodness  my  spirit  revive, 
And  he  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  alive. 


Jmorning  hymns.  165 

3  Thy  mercy  is  more  ihari  a  match  for  my  heart, 
Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart ; 
Dissolved  by  the  sunshine,  I  fall  to  the  ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 

4. The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day 
To  the  poor  and  the  needy  who  knock"  by  the  way ; 
No  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back, 
Who  come  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus's  sake. 

5  Thy  me  rev  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell ; 
Its  glories  Til  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell  ; 
'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
Who  open 'd  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 

6  Great  Father  of  mercies!  thy  goodness  1  own, 
And  the  covenat  Uwe  of  thy  crucified  Son  : 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  whisper  divine 
Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness  mine! 


MORNING  HYMNS. 


P$3 

L.  M.  [Hebron — Devotion, 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy'name,givethanks,and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truths  at  night. 
Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my^breast ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune^be  found  G&Säl 

Like  David, s  harp  of  solemn  sound. 


166  MORNING  HYMNS. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  1  shall  share  a  glorious  part 

When  grace  hath  we!!  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  1  see/and  hear,  and  know 
All  1  desired  or  wrish'd  below; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
Jn  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


1Ö4  C.  M.  Consolation. 

NCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 


'(f 


Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  sound, 

Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 


MORNING  HYMNS.  167 

'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  shall  speaks  his  praise; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 

And  yet  his  wrath  delays 
On  a  poor  worm  thy  power  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand  ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crushed  me  dead, 

But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 

A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun, 
And  yet  thou  lengthenest  out  my  theard, 

And  yet  my  moments  run. 

Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 

And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 


Metre  55.  Holy  Rest. 

I     A   GAIN  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest, 
Jj^_  Which,  when  He  made  the  world,  Jehovah 

blest  ; 
When,  like  his  own,  He  bid  our  labors  cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

I  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day, 
To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey  ; 
So  shall  we  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplication,  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

t  Father  of  heaven!  in  whom  our  hopes  confide, 
Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts 
guide  j 


168  MORNING  HYMNS. 

In  life  our  Guardian — and  in  death  our  Friend 
Glory  supreme  be  thine — till  time  shall  end. 

J_OU  CM.  Balerma—Mear. 

ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 


TOI 


My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne, 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
Aud  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  righteousness, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  astray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  base  design 
To  Make  my  soul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crush  the  serpent  in  the  dust, 

And  all  his  plots  destroy  ; 


MORNING  HYMNS.  169 

While  those  that  in  thy  mercy  trust 
For  ever  shout  for  joy. 

The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fufill'd; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 

With  favor,  as  a  shield. 


187 


Metre  5.  Cool-ham. 

1  "VTOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  ; 
XN    Now  the  morning  light  is  come  j 
Lord,  may  I  be  thine  to-day — 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  light, 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  my  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

Help  me  labor,  help  me  pray. 

3  Keep  my  haughty  passion  bound — 
Save  me  from  my  foes  around  ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  me  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  my  work  of  life  is  past, 
Oh  !  receive  me  then  at  last ! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  1  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 


18 


CM.  Liberty  Hall. 

Y  lovely  Jesus,  while  on  earth, 
Arose  before  'twas  day  j 
And  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed,  there  to  pray. 


170  MORNING  HYMNS. 

2  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord — 

His  footsteps  I  will  trace  ; 
I  love  to  meet  him  in  the  grove, 
And  view  his  smiling  face. 

3  Early  I'll  rise,  and  sing  and  pray, 

While  I  the  light  enjoy  ; 
May  this  bless'd  work  from  day  to-day, 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

lOy  C.  M.  Dublin. 

1  r\  REAT  God,  preserved  by  thine  arm, 
Vj"  I  pass  the  shades  of  night ; 
Serene — and  safe  from  every  harm, 

And  see  returning  light. 

2  Oh  !  let  the  same  Almighty  care 

My  wakeful  hours  defend  ; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

3  Smile  on  my  minuses  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days  ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

lUU  C.  M.  Augusta. 

1  TTTHEN  we  with  welcome  slumber  press'd 

V  V     Had  closed  our  weary  eyes, 
A  power  unseen  secured  our  rest, 
And  made  us  joyful  rise. 

2  Numbers  this  night  have  doubtless  met 

Their  Jong  eternal  doom  ; 


MORNING  HYMNS.  171 

And  lost  the  joy  of  morning  light, 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

But  life  to  us  its  light  prolongs, 

Let  warmest  thanks  arise  ; 
Great  God,  accept  our  morning  songs, 

Our  willing  sacrifice. 


191 


C.  M.  Mear. 

1  |H  OD  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
\T  To  thee  I  cheerful  raise; 

Thy  acts  of  love  'tis  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise. 

2  Preserved  by  thy  Almighty  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene — and  safe  from  every  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 

In  gentle  sleep  I  closed  my  eyes 

And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4  When  sleep,  death's  image5  o'er  me  spread, 

And  1  unconscious  lay, 
Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed, 
To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

5  0  let  the  same  Almighty  care 

Through  all  this  day  attend  ; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

6  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days  ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


172|J  EVENING  HYMNS. 

EVENING  HYMNS. 


192 


S.  M.  Shirland. 

fPHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
JL    The  evening  shades  appear, 
O  may  we  all  remember  we)!. 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 

Of  what  we  here  possess. 

Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 

And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun  ; 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run  ! 

And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love  ! 

O 

L.  M.  Roc/ch ridge. 

1   r\  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
VT  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light  ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  rap,  King  of  kings 
Beneath  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 


EVENING  HYMNS.  173 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  1  this  day  have  done, 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  so  that  1  may 

'    Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eye-lids  close  ; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  If  in  the  night  1. sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thought  supply  : 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 


194 


C.  M.  Liberty  Ball. 

1  1    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  1  pray; 
J j  I  am  forever  thine  : 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  1  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  care  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 


174  EVENING  HYMNS. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  topeace 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

1 VO  C-  M-  Youthful  Piety. 

1  F  \RE  AD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 
1  )   L  ke  holy  incense,  rise  ; 

Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away. 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around  ; 
But  O  how  few  returns  of  love, 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ! 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewed   by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th7  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  in  my  Savior's  breast. 


EVENING  HYMNS.  175 


196 


CM.  Divinity. 

1  TNDULGENT  Father,  by  whose  care, 
J[    I've  pass'd  another  day, 

Let  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face  ; 
Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
And  every  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heaven  and  glory  rise, 
T'  enjoy  thy  smiling  face. 


197 


CM.  Awful  Majesty. 

A   LL  praise  to  him  who  dwells  in  bliss, 
]\_  Who  made  both  day  and  night : 
Whose  throne  is  darkness  in  th'  abyss 
Of  Uncreated  light. 

Each  thought  and  deed,  his  piercing  eyes 
With  strictest  search  survey  ; 

The  deepest  shades  no  more  disguise, 
Than  the  full  blaze  of  day. 

Whom  thou  dost  guard,  O  King  of  kings,  • 
No  evil  shall  molest : 


176  EVENING    HYMNS. 

Under  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Shall  they  securely  rest. 

4  Thy  angels  shall  around  their  beds 

Their  constant  stations  keep: 
Thy  faith  and  truth  shall  shield  their  heads, 
For  thou  dost  never  sleep. 

5  May  we  with  calm  and  sweet  repose, 

And  heavenly  thoughts  refresh'd, 
Our  eyelids  with  the  morn  unclose, 
And  bless  Thee,  ever  blest. 


198 


Metre  12.      New  Jerusalem. 

1  ]  NSP1RER  and  Hearer  of  prayer, 

I    Before  whom  a  sinner  may  bend  ; 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 
1  sleeping  or  waking  commend. 

2  If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me; 
And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

3  From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread, 

I  rest,  if  my  Savior  be  nigh  ; 
And  songs  his  kind  presence  indeed, 
Shall  in  the  night  season  supply. 

4  He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound  ; 

His  ürace  as  the  dew  shall  descend  ; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 


EVENING  HYMNS.  177 

£  f7 €/  Metre  5.  Sincerity, 

1  QOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
^*)  Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care — from  labor  free, 
Lord,  1  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee, 

&{]{)  CM.  Rockingham. 

1  J  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away, 
X  From  every  cumb'ring  care; 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 

In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  1  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where'none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  1  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore, 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempest  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray, 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


178  FRAILTY  OF  MAN. 


FRAILTY|OF  MAN. 


201 


C.  M.  Dublin. 

IORD,  what  is  man,  poor,  feeble  man, 
j  Born  of  the  earth  at  first  ? 
His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain. 

Still  hast'ning  to  the  dust ! 
Oh  what  is  feeble,  dying  man, 

Or  ail  his  sinful   race, 
That  God  should  make  it  his  concern 

To  visit  him  with  grace! 
That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  shakes  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown  ! 

How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 


202 
'0 


C.   M.  Mear. 

UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home! 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 

Sufficient  is  thy  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  sure. 

Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 


FRAILTY  OF  MAN.  179 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men  ;,? 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again.      & 

5  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  : 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

6  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  Hood, 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

7  Time  like  an  ever-rolling  stream,' 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  : 

They  fly  forgotten  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

8  Like  flowery  fields  the  nations  stand, 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light ; 
The  flowers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withered  ere  'tis  night. 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

/OUO  C.  M.  Sußeld. 

1  npEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
X    Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  : 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 


180  FR A  [LT Y  OF  MAN 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain  : 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore  ; 
They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall  ; 
1  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  ail. 

/vU4:  s-  M-      Little  Marlborough. 

1  T   ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
|_j  Is  this,  our  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life  !  how  poor  a  trifle  't  is, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  bodies  first  ! 
And  every  month  and  every  day 
'Tis  mouldering  back  to  dust. 


FUNERAL.  181 

\ 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  ways, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight' 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea: 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  bless'd  eternity. 


FUNERAL, 


/CUO  S-   M-  Aylesbury. 

1  A   ND  must  this  body  die  ? 
xi   This  mortal  frame  decay  I 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  mouldernig  in  the  clay 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise 


182 


FUNERAL. 


4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise, 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

/CUU  C-   M-        Funeral  Thought. 

1  TT  ARK!  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
JLl.  Mine  ears  attend  the  cry  ; 

"  Ye  living  men,  come  viewT  the  ground, 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  you  towers  : 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
.    And  are  we  still  secure  ? 

Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepared  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 


FUNERAL.  183 

JcU  I  C-  M-  St.Olaves. 

1  T   ORD,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults, 
J^  And  justice  grows  severe, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 

And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust ; 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 

Adam,  with  all  his  sons,  have  lost 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amusement,  flies, 
A  fable  or  a  song  ; 

By  swift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'T  is  but  a  few  whose  days  amount 
To  threescore  years  and  ten  ; 

And  all  beyond  that  short  account 
Is  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  Our  vitals,  with  laborious  strife, 
Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 

And  drag  these  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tiresome  road, 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 

O  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  soul  would  learn  the  heavenly  art 
T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 

That  we  may  act  the  wiser  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 


184  FUNERAL. 


m 


J  CM.  Dublin. 

1  VTTHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Y'Y     Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 

'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love, 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume- 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed: 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
JBut  with  their  dying  Head? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

/C/{jO  C-  M*  Blessed  Infancy. 

1  rpHY  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 
1     With  transport  all  divine  ; 


FUNERAL.  ]85 

Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, — 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  1  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms, 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "  I  take  these  little  lambs"  said  he, 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  breast  ; 
Protection  they  shall  find  m  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

4  "  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  my  love  ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  "  Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  raise, 

And  mould  with  heavenly  skill  : 
I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

6  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear 

And  shout  with  joys  divine, 
Dear  Savior,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  forever  thine. 


210 
'A 


C.   M.  Salvation. 

TTEND,  young  friends  while  1  relate, 
The  dangers  you  are  in  : 
The  evils  that  around  you  wait, 

While  subject  unto  sin. 
Although  you  flourish  like  the  rose, 
While  in  its  branches  green  ; 


186 


FUNERAL. 


Your  sparkling  eyes  in  death  must  close. 
No  more  will  they  be  seen. 

2  In  silent  shades  you  must  lay  down, 

Long  in  your  graves  to  dwell  ; 
Your  friends  will  then  stand  weeping  round, 

And  bid  a  long  farewell. 
How  small  this  world  will  then  appear 

At  the  tremendous  hour  ; 
When  you  Jehovah's  voice  shall  hear, 

And  feel  his  mighty  power. 

3  In  vain  you'll  mourn,  your  days  are  past 

Alas  those  days  are  gone  ; 
Your  golden  hours  are  spent  at  last; 

And  never  to  return. 
O  come  this  moment  and  begin. 

While  life's  sweet  moments  last, 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  forsake  all  sin, 

And  he'll  forgive  what's  past, 

/CLL  CM.  Youthful  Piety. 

1  TAEATH!  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
1  /  To  those  that  have  no  God, 

When  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes  ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downwards  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  ; 
Yrou  must  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  Ions:  forever  there. 


FUNERAL,  187 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recovering  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 

Who  promised  heaven  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  ; 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

/!jjLU  CM.  Resignation. 

1  A   ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
XI   And  let  it  faint  or  die; 

My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  ofthat  immortal  crown 

1  now  the  cross  sustain  : 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I'll  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliverer  come  : 
And  wipe  away  hi*  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 


188  FUNERAL. 

Rivers  of  life  divine  .1  see, 

And  trees  of  Paradise  ! 
1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasure  there! 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white 

iVnd  conq'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If.  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear. 

And  worship  at  thy  feet! 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  : 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

in  that  eternal  day. 


213 


Metre  12.  Delii 


1  ~   TOW  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
JlJL    Of  a"  tnat  can  burden  his  mind; 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 

This  wearisome  body  behind. 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain  ; 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again  ; 
No  anger,  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  his  innocent  clay  ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  passion  is    vanished  away. 


FUNERAL.  189 

This  languishing  head  is  at  vest  ; 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er  ; 
This  quiet,  immovable  breast, 

Is  heaved  by  affliction  no  more  ; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat — 

It  never  shai!  flutter  again. 

The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  c'ose, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Sealed  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep; 
These  fountains  can  yield  no  supply — 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free  ; 
The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  these  eyes, 

And  evils  thev  never  shall  see. 


214 


L.  M.  Hebron. 

THY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 

Death  is  the  gatp  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there, 
fe  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Stdl  we  shrink  back  again  tu  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3   O  !   if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  sou!  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passM, 

f  J^sus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 


190 


FUNERAL. 


While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there, 


215 


C.   M.  Dublin. 

1  'J   HEE  we  adore.  Eternal  Name! 

|     And  humbly  own  to  thee, 

How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months  and  da)  s  increase  ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number   less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave; 

Whate'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be, 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  t|)ick  through  ail  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

g  Good  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 
Hang  everlasting  things! 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 

Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  : 


FUNERAL. 


191 


And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

/j|U  L.  M.  Supplication. 

1  Q  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
\\j  How  [rail  our  hie,  how  short  the  date! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath, 
Sate  from  disease,  secure  from  death. 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  strength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Must  death  for  even  rage  and  reign  ! 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 
Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust!" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  t Lie  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake  our  souls  and  bless  the  Lord. 


217 


L.  M.  Solemnity. 

1  rj   HROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God, 

|      1  hou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode; 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reigned  ere  time  began. 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man  : 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 


192  «FUNERAL. 

3  But  man,  weak  man  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  or  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, 
"Return  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  A  thousand  years  of  ours  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account; 
Like  yesterday's  departing  light. 
Or  the  last  watch  of  ending  night. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream  : 
An  empty  tale  ;   a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

6  Our  age  to  seventy  years  is  set  ; 

How  short  the  time,  how  frail  the  state! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  sigh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  oh,  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
We  fear  the  Power  that  strikes  us  dead. 

8  Teach  us.  0  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  span, 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fits  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 


218 
'L 


C.    M.  Youthful  Piety. 

ORD,  must  I  die  ?  O  let  me  die 
Trusting  in  thee  alone  ! 
My  living  testimony  giv'n, 
Then  leave  my  dying  one  ! 


FUNERAL.  193 

2  If  I  must  die — oh  let  me  die 

In  peace  with  all  mankind ; 
And  change  these  fleeting  joys  below 
For  pleasures  all  refined. 

3  If  I  must  die — as  die  I  must — 

Let  some  kind  seraph  come, 
And  bear  me  on  his  friendly  wing 
To  my  celestial  home  ! 

4  Of  Canaan's  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 

May  I  but  have  a  view  ! 
Though  Jordan  should  o'erflow  its  banks, 
I'll  boldly  venture  through.       « 

&[_*)  C.  M.  Dublin. 

HEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'daway 


w 


By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

While  pity. prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh,  may  this  truth  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r, — "  I  too  must  die  !" 

Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour  : 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 

The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 


194 


JUDGMENT. 


O  let  us  fly— to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing,  healing  power; 

This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  Death's  surprising  hour. 


JUDGMENT. 


220 
'S 


C.  M.  Awful  Majesty. 


1NG  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts, 
And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  ; 


Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coasts 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 
He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 

There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie 
Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

His  nostrils  breathe  out  fiery  streams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue 
A  sovereign  voice  divides  the  flames, 

And  thunders  roar  along. 

Think,  O  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  skies  and  burn  the  seas, 

And  fling  his  wrath  abroad. 


JUDGMENT.  195 

5  What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do  ? 

He  once  defied  the  Lord  ! 
But  he  shall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  sink  beneath  his  word.  « 

6  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll, 

To  blast  the  rebel  worm. 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 
In  one  eternal  storm. 


1221 


Me  tee  4.  Melody. 


1  Q1NNERS,  take  the  friendly  warning — 
\)  Soon  that  awful  day  shall  break, 
And  the  trumpet  with  its. dawning, 

All  the  alumb'ring  millions  wake. 

2  See  assembled  every  nation  ! 

Lofty  cities,  temples,  towers, 
Wrapp'd  in  dreadful  conflagration, 

Earth  and  sea  the  flame  devours. 
3Ye  who  to  the  world  dissemble, 

While  you  practice  deeds  of  night, 
Sinners,  now  behold  and  tremble, 

All  your  crimes  are  brough  to  light. 

4  Lost  in  ease  or  carnel  pleasure, 

Sporting  on  the  burning  brink  ; 

Now  you  say  you  have  no  leisure, 

You  can  find  no  time  to  think. 

5  Ye  who  now  conviction  stifling, 
Waste  your  time,  the  loss  deplore  ; 

Hear  the  angel — cease  your  trifling — 
"  Time,"  he  cries,  "  shall  be  no  more." 


196  JUDGMENT. 

6  Pause  and  hear  the  voice  of  reason — 
Catch  the  moments  as  they  fly 
You  who  lose  the  present  season, 
You  must  all  find  time  to  die. 

/C/C/C  C.  M.  Sußeld. 

ND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 


'A1 


And  answer  in  that  day. 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  konwn, 
And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live ! 

With  what  religious  fear, 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behavior  here ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  pow'r  bestow ; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near ! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

4J&Ö  Metre  7.  Judgment. 

1   T\AY  of  Judgment !  day  of  wonders  ! 
±J  Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 


JUDGMENT.  197 

Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shake  the  vast  creation  round ! 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  Se'e  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

They  shall  say  "  This  God  is  mine  !" 

Gracious  Savior  ! 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine ! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  ! 
All  the  pow'rs  of  nature  shaken, 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner! 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  hearts, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"  Hence  accursed  wretch,  depart ! 

Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels,  have  thy  part !" 

5  But  to  those  wTho  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed  ! 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow ! 

You  for  ever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrow#and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise  ; 


198  JUDGMENT. 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  will  then  be  changed  to  praise ! 

May  we  triumph, 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze  ! 


224 


T  O! 
I  J  On 


Metre  7.  Dresden. 

he  comes  in  clouds  decending, 


ice  for  favord  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  ! 

Hallelujah! 
Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign  ! 


Lt>' 


Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  : 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 

Pierc'd  and  nailM  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  great  Messiah  see! 
Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  awTay  : 
All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  : 
Come  to  judgment ! 

Come,  to  judgment,  come  away! 

Now  redemption  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air! 

Hallelujah, 
See  the  day  of  God  appear! 

Answer  thine  own  Bri(te  and  Spirit, 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  gen'ral  doom  ! 


225 


JUDGMENT,  199 

The  new  heaven  and  earth  t'  inherit, 

Take  thy  pining  exiles  home  : 
All  creation 

Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come ! 
Yea,  Arnen!   let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  exalted  throne  ! 
Savior,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 

Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own  ! 
O  come  quickly  ! 

Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come. 


Metre  7.  Littleton. 

L     |    O  !  he  cometh  !  countless  trumpets 
Jji  Blow  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead  ; 
'Mid  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 
See  their  great  exalted  Head  ! 

Hailelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God, 

2  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 

Through  th'  eternal  deep  resounds  ; 
Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints, 
Every  eye  shall  see  his  wounds  : 

They  who  pierced  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints,  behold  the  Judge  appear ; 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him, 
Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear  ! 

Hailelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine. 

4  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father,    •      ; 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ! 


200  VANITY  OF  EARTHLY  THINGS. 

Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows  : 
Endless  praise  be  your  employ  !'* 

Hallelujah! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 
5  Now  at  once  they  rise  to  glory 
Jesus  brings  them  to  the  King ; 
There,  with  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 
They  eternal  anthems  sing  : 

Hallelujah! 
Boundless  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


VANITY  OF  EARTHLY  THINGS. 

/U/6\)  CM.  Primrose. 

1  \TTHY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

VV    T°  insolence  and  pride, 
To  see  his  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  every  rising  tide  1 

2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  scorn, 

Made  of  the  self-same  clay; 
And  boast,  as  though  his  flesh  were  born 
Of  better  dust  than  they  ? 

3  Not  all  his  treasures  can  procure 

His  soul  a  short  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  sold, 

The  ransom  is  too  high ; 


VANITY  OF  EARTHLY    THINGS.  201 

Justice  will  ne'er  be  bribed  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

5  He  sees  the  brutish  and  the  wise, 

The  timorous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  possessions,  close  their  eyes, 
And  hasten  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride 

"  My  house  shall  ever  stand  ; 
And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lost, 

How  soon  his  mem'ry  dies ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  dust 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 

And  yet  their  sons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  say, 
And  act  their  works  again. 

9  Men,  void  of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 

Though  honor  raise  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beast,  a  thoughtless  race, 
And  like  the  beast  they  die. 

10  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  silly  sheep, 

Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  last  trumpet  breaks  their  sleep, 
And  wakes  them  in  despair. 

£j£j  J  CM.  Divinity. 

1   TT  OW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
JT£  How  false  and  yet  how  fair ! 


202  HEAVENLY  JOY. 

Each  pleasure  has  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare, 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh 
Where  we  possess  delight, 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Savior  !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  sood. 


HEAVENLY  JOY. 


/C/CCj  C.  M.  Condescension. 

I  rpHERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 
J[    Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 


HEAVENLY  JOY.  203 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 

Then,  Ü  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  Almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  ;         / 
And  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  ; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word: 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 
r    5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace  ; 
But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 

!  Luö  S.  M.  New  Hope, 

1  pOME  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
\J  And  let  our  joys  be  know  : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind, 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place  ! 
,  Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King, 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 


204  HEAVENLY  JOY. 

4  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  please, 
Who  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 
And  manages  the  seas  : 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love, 
He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  : 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

9  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro5  Immanuels  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

2)3\J  C.  M.  Solon. 

1  f\N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
\J  And  cast  a  wishful  eye 


HEAVENLY  JOY.  205 

To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  it  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow  : 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  nor  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  1  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay, 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


ÄÖL  C.  M.  Felicity. 

1    TT^ARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long  ! 
Pi  'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 


206  HEAVENLY  JOY. 

Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies, 

2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Savior,  sits, 

The  God  !  how  bright  he  shines ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delight 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus  the  Lord  their  harps  employs  : — 

Jesus  my,  love  they,  sing  ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Hark  !   how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  time  and  space  they  run  ; 
And  echo  in  majestic  sounds 
The  Godhead  of  the  Son. 

6  And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune, 

And  gentler  notes  they  play  ! 
And  bring  the  Fathers  Equal  down 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 

7  0  sacred  beauties  of  the  Man  ! 

(The  God  resides  within;) 
His  flesh  all  pure,  without  a  stain, 
His  soul  without  a  sin. 

8  But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 

Silent  their  harps  abide  ; 
Suspended  songs,  a  moment,  mourn 
The  God  that  loved  and  died. 


HEAVENLY  JOY.  207 

9  Then  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 

They  summon  every  chord, 
Tell  how  he  triumphed  o'er  his  pains, 
And  chant  the  rising  Lord. 

10  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too  ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, — 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

11  1  wTould  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise  ; 
O,  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies  ! 

12  There  ye  that  love  my  Savior  sit, 

There  1  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  1  might  see  his  face. 

/CÖ/C  C.  M.     Wiltshire— Solo?i. 

1  "1 7  ROM  thee,  my  God  my  joys  shall  rise,, 
Jj    And  run  eternal  rounds, 

Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave  ; 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns^ 

In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 


208  HEAVENLY  JOY. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jesus !  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring  ; 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

6  Haste,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  bless'd  abode ; 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Savior  and  my  God. 


233 


L.  M.  Devotion, 


1  f\  FOR  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
\J  To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns. 

12  There  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall  ; 

And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smiles  their  bliss,  their  heav'n,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 

While  tuneful  Hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture  while  they  gaze  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tougues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 


Metre  20.         New  Concord, 


HEAVENLY  JOY.  209 

5  There  all  the  favorites  of  the  Lamb, 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir; 
Oh,  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire. 

6  Dear  Savior,  let  thy  Spirit  seal 

Our  int'rest  in  that  blissful  place ; 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  vail, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

234 

1  r\fl  !  how  happy  are  they, 
\J   Who  their  Savior  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above, 

Oh  what  tongue  can  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  ?T  was  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

3  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song ; 

Oh  !  that  more  his  salvation  might  see  ; 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me ! 

4  Now  my  remnant  of  days 
Would  I  spend  in  his  praise, 

Who  hath  died  me  from  death  to  redeem ; 


210  HEAVENL\\JOY. 

Whether  many  or  few 
All  my  days  are  his  due — 
May  they  all  be  devoted  to  him  ? 

5  What  a  mercy  is  this  ! 
What  a  heaven  of  bliss  ! 

How  unspeakably  happy  am  I ! 

Gathered  into  the  fold, 

With  believers  enroil'd — 
With  believers  to  live  and  to  die! 

6  Lo  !  the  day's  drawing  nigh, 
When,  my  soul,  thou  shalt  fly 

To  the  place  thy  salvation,  began — 

Where  the  Three  and  the  One, 

Father,  Spirit,  and  Son, 
Laid  the  scheme  of  redemption  for  man. 

/vÖO  C*  M.      Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  "I  ERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home, 
J    Name  ever  clear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heav'nbuilt  walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 

Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  never  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 


HEAVENLY  JOY.  211 

Bless'd  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
1  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  1  shrink  at  pain  or  woe  ? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  eddless  day, 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 

Around  my  Savior  stand  : 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 

7  Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

When  1  thy  joys  shall  see. 

/0O\)  Metre  12.  Greenfields. 

]      A    WAY  writh  our  sorrow  and  fear, 
]\_  We  soon  shall  recover  our  home  ; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear  ; 

The  day  of  eternity  come. 
From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode; 
The  house  of  our  Father  above, 
The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 

3  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When,  raised  by  the  life  giving  Word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorn'd  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord  : 
The  city,  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air  j 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin  ; 

No  shadow  of  evil  is  there  ! 


. 


212  HEAVENLY  JOY. 

3  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear: 
Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays, 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

4  No  need  of  the  sun  in  that  day, 

Which  never  is  follow'd  by  night, 
Where  Jesus's  beauties  display 

A  pure  and  a  permanent  light  . 
The  Lamb  is  their  light  and  their  Sun, 

And  lo  !   by  reflection  they  shine  ; 
With  Jesus  ineffably  one, 

And  bright  in  effulgence  divine  ! 

5  The  saints  in  his  presence  receive 

Their  great  and  eternal  reward  ; 
In  Jesus,  in  heaven  they  live  ; 

They  reign  in  the  smile  of  their  Lord  I 
The  flame  of  angelical  love 

Is  kindled  at  Jesus's  face  ; 
And  all  the  enjoyment  above 

Consists  in  the  rapturous  gaze ! 


287 


Metre  11.  Prescott. 

1  T  WOULD  not  live  always  ;  T  ask  not  to  stay, 
I  Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 

The  few  cloudy  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  always  thus  fetter'd  by  sin  ; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within ; 


HEAVENLY  JOY.  213 

Where  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingied  with  fears; 
The  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not   live  always ;    no  —  welcome  the 

tomb — 
Since  Jesus  hath  Iain  there  I'll  enter  its  gloom  ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who.  who  would  live  always,  away  from  his 

God  ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven, that  blissful  abode  ; 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow   o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  noon-tide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

5  Where  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
The  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul, 

>0ÖO  Metre  7.     Seraph's  Harp, 

1  QEE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
|T}  Streams  of  living  water  flow  : 
God  has  open'd  there  a  fountain: 
This  supplies  the  plains  below  : 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

y(  2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 
Streams  of  mercy  And  their  way  ; 
Life,  And  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay, 

O,  ye  nations ! 
Hail  the  long  expected  day. 


214 


HEAVENLY  JOY. 


3  Gladden'd  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All  enriching  as  it  goes  : 
Lo,  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose, 

Ev'ry  object 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

4  Trees  of  life  the  banks  adoring, 

Yield  their  fruit  to  all  around  : 
Those  who  eat  are  saved  from  mourning. 
Pleasure  comes  and  hopes  abound; 

Fair  their  portion ! 
Endless  life  with  glory  crown'd. 


289 


CM.  Awful  Majesty. 

«  rpHESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 

J_  shine ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 

Of  everlasting  day  ?" 

From  tort'ring  pains  to  endless  joys, 

ON  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment^white 

in  Jesus'  dying  blood. 

Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs, 

Adore  the  Holy  One, 

The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Among  his  saints  reside, 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 

Sees  all  their  wants  supplied, 


HEAVENLY  JOY.  215 

Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls. 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 

Shall  be  their  sweet  repast ; 

The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 
And  love  divine,  shall  wipe  away 

The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 


240 


C.  fit.  Augusta. 


If    O,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
J_j  To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  past  away. 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels,  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
«  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode  ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he,  the  loving  God, 

5  "  His  own  soft  hands  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  : 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears. 
And  death  itself  shall  die.53 


216  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

6  How  long,  dear  Savior,  O  how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swiftly  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


BREATHING  AFTER  GOD  AND 
HOLINESS. 


z^^tX  Metre  15.         New  Salem, 

1  f\  THOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
U         delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy 

sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastuers  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ! 

3  Oh  !  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
My  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents,  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  has  gone. 


AND  HOLINESS.  217 

5  This  is  my  Beloved ;  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

6  The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 

In  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  stream, 
His  cheeks,  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow, 
His  eyes  ail  invitingly  beam. 

7  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  a  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death, 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath ; 

8  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace,     [know, 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

9  Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids,  and  scatters  delight 

Though  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high, 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  vail  in  his  sight 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy  : 

10  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity  ntl'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 

11  His  vestment  of  righteousness  who  shall  de- 

scribe ? 
Its  purity  words  would  defile  ; 
The  heavens  from  his  presence  fresh  beauties 
imbibe, 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smiles. 


218  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

12  Such  is  my  Beloved,  in  excellence  bright, 
When  pleased,  he  looks  down  from  above, 
(Like  th'  morn,  when   it  breathes  from   the 

chambers  of  light, 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 

/C/±fy  S.  M.      Matthias— Shirland. 

1  A   LMIGHTY  Maker,  God  ! 
J~\_  How  wond'rous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad 

Through  the  creation's  frame  ! 

2  Nature  in  ev'ry  dress, 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t*  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator  too  ; 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 

Spoils  all  that  I  perform, 
Cursed  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in, 
And  swells  a  haughty  worm. 

5  Create  my  soul  anew, 

Else  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 
Until  'tis  formed  again. 

6  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  ray  God  my  soul  ascend, 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 


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AND  HOLINESS.  219 

ZiS  C.  M.      Balerrna— Solon. 

THEN  1  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Pll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes, 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorow  fall  ; 
May  1  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all  : 

4  There  shall  1  bathe  my  wearied  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

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Metre  4.  New  MoJimouth. 

1  /  ^OME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
\j  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace, 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  naming  tongues  above; 
Praise  the  mount — I'am  fixed  upon  it; 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love! 

2  Here,  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  Pm  come  ; 
And  1  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 


220  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 

He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 
Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be  J 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

<04e)  L.  M.        Tender  Thought, 

1  A   RISE,  my  tenderest  thoughts  arise  ; 
J\    To  torrents  meit  my  streaming  eyes  ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame; 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name  ; 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son  ; 
The  world  abused  ;  the  soul  undone  ; 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night — 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  briny  tears  for  ever  flow; 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene ; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 


AND  HOLINESS.  221 

But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves ; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 
And  turn  those  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

/jJtLU  Metre  5.  Sovereign  Grace. 

1  TPELL  me,  Savior,  from  above, 

J     Dearest  object  of  my  love, 
Where  thy  little  flock  abide, 
Sheltered  near  thy  bleeding  side? 

2  Tell  me,  Shepherd  all  divine, 
Where  1  may  my  soul  recline  ; 
Where  for  refuge  shall  I  fly, 
While  the  burning  sun  is  high  ? 

3  Wilt  thou  let  me  run  astray, 
Mourning,  grieving  all  the  day  ? 
Wilt  thou  bear  to  see  me  rove, 
Seekiug  base  and  mortal  love  ? 

4  Never  have  1  sought  thy  name, 
Never  felt  the  inward  flame. 
Had  not  love  first  touched  my  heart 
With  the  painful,  pleasing  smart. 

5  Didst  thou  leave  thy  glorious  throne. 
Put  a  mortal  raiment  on, 
On  the  tree  a  victim  die, 
For  a  wretch  so  vile  as  1  ? 

WA  J  C.  M.  Bethel. 

1   \  li  Y  Savior,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
.JjL  When  I  begin  thy  praise. 


222  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  1  adore  ; 
And  since  1  knew  thy  graces  first, 
1  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  fili'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King  ! 
My  soul  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Savior  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  saved  me  by  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  ; 

With  this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  seasons  long. 

/v40  C-  M-  Consolation. 

H,  that  I  had  a  bosom  friend, 
To  tell  my  secrets  to  ! 


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AiND  HOLINESS.  223 

On  whose  advice  J  might  depend, 
In  every  thing  I  do. 

2  How  do  I  wander  up  and  down, 

And  no  one  pities  me; 
I  seem  a  stranger  quite  unknown, 
A  son  of  misery. 

3  None  lends  an  ear  to  my  complaint, 

Nor  minds  my  cries  and  tears, 
None  comes  to  help  me  tho'  I  faint, 
Nor  my  vast  burden  bears. 

4  While  others  live 'in  mirth  and  ease, 

And  feel  no  want  nor  woe  ; 
Through  this  dark  howling  wilderness 
1  full  of  sorrow  go. 

5  O  faithless  soul  to  reason  thus, 

And  murmur  without  end  ! 
Did  Christ  expire  upon  the  cross, 
And  is  not  he  thy  friend  ? 

6  Why  dost  thou  envy  carnal  men, 

And  think  their  state  so  blest! 
How  great  salvation  hast  thou  seen  ! 
And  Jesus  is  thy  rest. 

7  What  can  this  lower  world  afford, 

Compared  with  gospel  grace  ? 
Thy  happiness  is  in  the  Lord, 
And  thou  shalt  see  his  face. 

8  Can  present  griefs  be  counted  great 

Compared  with  future  woes  ? 
Will  transient  pleasure  seem  so  sweet 
Compared  with  endless  joys  ? 


224  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

9  How  soon  will  God  withdraw  the  scene 

And  burn  the  world  he  made ; 
Then  woe  to  carnal,  careless  men  : 
My  soul,  lift  up  thine  head. 

10  Thy  Savior  is  thy  real  friend, 

Constant,  and  true,  and  good  ; 
He  will  be  with  thee  to  the  end. 
And  bring  thee  safe  to  God. 

11  What  then,  my  soul,  hast  thou  to  fear  ? 

Or  why  shouldst  thou  repine, 
Look  up,  behold  redemption's  near, 
Rejoice,  for  heaven  is  thine. 

12  Why,  O  my  soul,  art  thou  so  sad? 

When  will  thy  sighs  be  o'er  ? 
Rejoice  in  Jesus,  and  be  glad, 
Rejoice,  for  evermore. 


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24U  C.  M.  Solon, 

Y  God  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glories  of  my  brightest  days 

And  comfort  of  my  nights  : 
In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 

And  he  my  rising  sun. 
The  opening  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 

And  whispers  "  I  am  his." 


AND  H0L1ESS.  225 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word. 
Run  up,  with  joy,  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  nny  dearest  Lord, 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


L.  M.      Adisham — Porttigal* 
i  TTOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
JJL   O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th' assemblies  of  thy  saints, 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God ; 
My  God  !  my  King !  why  should  1  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want! 

I  Eiess'd  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky 
Thy  brighest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

)  Bless'd  are  the  souls,  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praise. 

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226  BREATHING  AFTEE  GOD 

6  ßless'd  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 
God  is  their  strength  ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


251 


CM.  Fiducia. 

1  TpATEER,  I]ong,Ifaint,  to  see 
P    The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 

I'd  leave  these  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat  my  Gotl ! 

2  Here  1  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  *t?s  a  pleasing  sight ; 
Bat  to  abide  in  thine  embrac, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  opon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen, 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 


AND   HOLINESS.  227 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  host. 

In  duty  and  in  bliss  ; 
While  Jess  than  nothing  X  could  boast, 
And  vanity  confess« 

7  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie ; 
Thus,  while  1  sink,  my  joy  shall  rise 
Unmeasurably  high. 


252 


C.  M.  Land  of  Best. 

LAND  of  Rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 
When  will  the  moment  come, 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home ! 

CHORUS. 

O,  this  is  not  my  home — 

No, this  is  not  my  home; 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe — 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 
No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome  ; 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, — • 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 
O,  this  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

To  Jesus  Christ  1  sought  for  rest, 

He  bid  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  fly  for  refuge  to  his  breast 

And  He'd  conduct  me  home. 
O,  this  is  not  my  home,  &c.    . 

I  would  at  once  have  quit  the  field, 
Where  foes  with  fury  roam, 


228  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

But  O,  my  passport  was  not  sealed, — 
I  could  not  yet  go  home, 
O,  this  is  not  my  home,  &c. 
5  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 
I  view  the  gaping  tomb ; 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home, 
O,  this  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

5  Weary  of  wand'ring  round  and  round, 
This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  quit  th?  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christat  home. 
O,  this  is  not  my  home,  &c. 


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Metre  36.  Home.    ■ 

1  J  \/FlD  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com 

JLVx  plants, 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel,  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet,  home, 
Keceive  me,  dear  Savior,  ia  glory  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace 
And  thrice,  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannc 

cease : 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roan 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  g!ory,at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  me^  dear  Savior,  in  glory,  my  home 


I  sigh  from,  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 

Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  theell? 


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AND  HOLINESS.  229 

Though  now  my  temptations  likö  billows  may- 
foam. 
All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  the©  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
Receive  me,  dear  Savior,  in  glory  my  home. 

While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  etay, 

0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  1  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  me,  dear  Savior,  in  glory,  my  home. 

Whale'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace ! 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,   and  smiles  of  thy 

lace ; 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  till  thou  come, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  me,  dear  Savior,  in  glory,  my  home. 

1  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more,  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 
And  in  thy  fair  image,  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions,  to  praise  thee  at  home. 

|     Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

j  Receive  me,  dear  Savior,  in  glory  my  home. 

The  days  of  my  exile;are  passing  away, 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  eay, 
Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne. 
And  dwelt  in  my  presence  forever  at  bome. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
1 0,  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Savior  at  home. 


Wm  BREATHING  AFTER,  GOD 

ÄÖ4  Cp  M.  Salvation. 

1  |  ^TfE  AR,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan 
Jl_a.  T°  tjiee  I  breathe  my  sighs : 
When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone? 

4ndwhen  my  joys  arise? 

2  lily  $°d — 0  could  I  make  the  claim — 

My  Father  and  my  Friend — 
And  call  thee  mine  fcyw'iy  name, 
On  wliich  thy  saints  depend! 

3  Ey  ev'ry  name  of  power  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat: 
Nor  should  my  he ruble  hopes  remove, 
Nor  leave  thy  sacred  seat. 

4  Yet  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay ; 
Here  1  would  rest  till  light  returns, 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

5  Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 
O  smile  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

6  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 

And  bless  the  healing  rays, 
And  change  these  deep  complaining  sig  i 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise.  I  To 

i 

JO:. 

0 
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&QO  Metre  13.      Warning  Voice 

I  *Q  JSE,  my  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wingf 
Xt;  Thy  better  portion  trace } 


•  AND  EOLSTESS.  23i 

Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n,  thy  native  place! 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay ; 

Time  shall  scon  this  earth  remove 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 
2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course : 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source; 
Thus  a  soul  new-born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

2  Cease,  ye  pilgrims !  cease  to  mourn ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  the  Savior  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  ; 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n, — 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heav'n. 

■(JO  Metre  4,  Charleston, 

1  TTAIL,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
JLL  Only  thee  1  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  king. 

2  Oh,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 

Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness ! 
Love  1  much? — I've  much  forgiven — 
I'm  q  miracle  of  grace. 


832  BREATHING  AFTER  QOD 

B  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 
UnconcerM  in  Bin  I  lay  5 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Savior  passed  that  way, 

4  Witness  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness  1 
Love  1  much  ? — I've  much  forgiven- — 
Pm  a  miracle  of  grace, 

5  Shout  ye  bright  angelic  choi^; 

Praise  the  Lamb  eothron'd  above  j 
While  astonish'd,  1  admire 
God's  free  grace,  and  boundless  love, 

5  That  blest  moment  I  recieved  him, 
Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Love  I  much  ? — I've  much  forgiven — 
Fm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

ÄO  I  CM.       Warwick— Dublin. 

1  TTOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
_LJ_  In  a  believer's  ear  J 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  it  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  Name  !  the  Rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 
My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 


ARD  HOLINESS,  833 

Jesus  J  my  Sheperd,  Husband,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest  and  King  5 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


L*  M.  Kingsbridge* 

]'  ORD,  I  am  thine  $  but  thou  wilt  prove 
_j  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love ; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword— the  hand  is  thine. 

Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 

'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  seek ;  they  take  their  shares, 

And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

What  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 
This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 


234  BEEATÖÜftö  AFTER  GOD 

5  O  glorious  hot»  l  O  blest  abode ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

6  My  liesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise* 
And  in  my  Savior 3  image  rise. 

/CQtJ  Metre  12.     New  Jerusalem. 

1  mBOtf  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine, 

|_   The  jcy  and  desire  of  my  heart, 
For  closer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  reside  where  thou  art ; 
The  pasture  I  languish  to  find, 

Where  all  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bosom  reclin'd, 

And  screened  from  the  heat  of  the  day 

2  Ah  !  show  me  that  happiest  place, 

The  place  of  thy  people's  abode  : 
Where  saints  in  an  ecstacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  crucified  God  : 
Thy  love  for  a  sinner  declare ; 

Thy  passion  and  death  on  the  tree  ; 
My  spirit  to  Calvary  bear. 

To  suffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

2  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  Hock, 

There  only  f  covet  to  rest; 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 

Or  rise  to  be  hid  in  thy  breast  5 
'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart ; 


I! 


AND  HOLINESS.  23^ 

Conceal'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  side. 
Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

iOU  L-  M-  Windham. 

0  COULD  I  find  some  peaceful  bow'r, 
Where  sin  hath  neither  place  nor  power  ; 
This  traitor  vile,  1  fain  would  shun, 
But  cannot  from  his  presence  run. 
When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
Ee  stands  between  my  God  and  me, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  X  rest, 
I  feel  him  working  in  my  breast. 

WThen  1  attempt  to  soar  above, 
To  view  the  heights  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
This  monster  seems  to  mou&t  the  skies, 
And  vales  his  glory  from  mine  eyes. 

Lord  free  me  from  this  deadly  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low 
I  long  to  dwell  in  heaven,  my  home, 
Where  not  one  sinful  thought  can  come. 


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C.  II.  Augusta. 

1  T)  EL1GION  is  the  chief  concern 
JL \  Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

Q  More  needful  this  than  glitt'ring  wealth, 
Or  ought  the  world  bestows  ; 
Not  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 


235  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  Oh,  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear ; 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 

My  heart  to  be  sincere.    ♦ 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 

Through  my  remaining  days  : 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire ; 

Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 
And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies, 

/OU/6  L-  M*  Hebron. 

1  T7P  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 

\J)    And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Christ, 
Can  make  this  world  of  guilt  remove  ; 
And  thou  canst  bear  me  where  thou  fly'st, 
On  thy  kind  wings,  celestial  Dove. 


AND  HOLINESS.  23? 

0  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies  ; 

What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be  I 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes  ! 

Had  I  a  glance  of  thee  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon  : 
Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 

1  should  preceive  the  noise  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 
When  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King  ! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow,  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

J\)ö  L.  M.  Armley. 

THOU  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  doth  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow? 

Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  Rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Pain  would  1  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

•(  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
'  That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 

My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 

Would  never  seek  another  love. 


238  BREATHING   Ä.ETEK   GOB 

4  The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  1  see  j 
Thy  sweetest  pastuers  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feast  thy  love  prepares. 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans ,  &  tears 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood  ; 
Here,  to  these  bills  my  soul  wilt  come, 
Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home 

/0u4  L-  M-  Roclbridge 

1  r\FTEN  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night, 
\J  Jesus,  my  love,  my  soul's  delight  : 
With  warm  desire  and  restless  thought 
1  seek  him  oft  but  find  him  not. 

2  Then  1  arise  and  search  the  street, 
Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Savior  meet ; 

1  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 

"  Where  did  you  see  my  soul's  delight  V9 

3  Sometimes  1  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a. heavenly  ray; 

1  leap  for  joy  to  see  bis  face, 
And  hold  him  fast. in  my  embrace. 

4  I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home  ; 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refuse  to  come 
To  Sion's  sacred  chambers,  where 
My  soul  first  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  sake  with  deadly  smart ; 
I  give  my  soul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  share. 


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Mrs 


AND  HOLINESS»  939 

I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  disturb  my  joys  ; 
Nor  sin,  norhel),  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  cause  my  Savior  to  depart. 

,00  C-  Mp  Solon* 

1  rpHERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

JL    Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-with'ring  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolPd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O,  could  wTe  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


240  BREATHING»  AFTER  GOD 

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/6\)\)  l-  M.  Devotion. 

1  TYESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove, 
1  /  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 

And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things : 

2  Beyond,  beyond,  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O  for  a  sight — a  pleasing  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Savior  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own, 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  Man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  among  them  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ! 

^0  I  C-  M*  Liberty  Hall. 

1  f-\  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
\X  Behold  the  pains  I  fee]  : 


AND   HOLINESS,  241 


♦ 


But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 
Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command  j 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word, 

Against  thy  chastening  hand. 

Yet  1  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes  ; 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 

Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

Crush'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  in  the  dust ; 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withstand, 

And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  : 
May  1  be  well  prepared  to  go, 

When  I  thy  summons  hear! 
But  if  my  life  be  spared  awhile 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 

And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

6Q 
O  L.  M.  Portugal. 

AND  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love ! 
Such  let  our  conversation  be : 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity, 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 


212  BREATHING  AFTER  GOD 

To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life! 

3  Oh,  how  benevolent  and  kind ! 
How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright! 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  ; 
Oh,  if  we  love  the  Savior's  name. 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 

6  But  ah  !  how  blind  !  how  weak  we  are ! 
How  frail !  how  apt  to  turn  aside  ! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 

And  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

7  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be ! 
Make  us  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
Dear  Savior,  daily  more  like  thee ! 

/C\)\j  L-  M.  Gravity. 

1  mHOU  art,  O  God  !  a  Spirit  pure, 
X    Invisible  to  mortal  eyes  ; 

Th'  immortal,  and  th,  eternal  King, 
The  great,  the  good,  the  only  wise. 

2  Whilst  nature  changes,  and  her  works 
Corrupt,  decay,  dissolve,  and  die, 


— 


AND  HOLINESS.  243 

Thy  essence  pure  no  change  shall  see 
Secure  of  immortality. 
Thou  great  Invisible  !  what  hand 
Can  draw  thine  image  spotless  fair  ? 
To  what  in  heaven,  to  what  on  earth, 
Can  men  th'  immortal  King  compare  ? 
Let  stupid  heathens  frame  their  gods 
Of  gold  and  silver,  wood  and  stone  ; 
Ours  is  the  God  that  made  the  heav'ns ; 
Jehovah  he,  and  God  alone. 

My  soul  the  purest  homage  pay, 
In  truth  and  spirit  him  adore  ; 
More  shall  this  please  than  sacrifice, 
Than  outward  forms  delight  him  more. 


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CM.  Augusta. 

THERE  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word ; 
"  Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord.35 

My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise.  Lord, 

Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 

Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

4  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  victorious  King, 
My  reigning  sin  subdue  ; 


244      BREATHING  AFTER  GOD  AND  HOLINESS, 

Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat 
With  his  apostate  crew. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm 
On  thy  kind  arms  1  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all ! 


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CM.  Mean 

1  r\  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
\J  To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 

O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  O  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart. 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  : 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desire,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 
Yet,  since  Pve  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Iiestore  thy  wand'ring  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 


'Tis  a  delightful  road 


Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 


ADORATION  AND  PRAISE.  243 

ADORATION  AND  PRAISE. 


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CM.  Bethel. 

1  rpHE  Savior !  Oh,  what  endless  charms 

J_    Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  !  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Savior,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Savior  and  my  all. 


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Ö  CM.  Solon. 

1  jTYTERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise? 
\}j  Thee  the  creation  sings! 

With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings, 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold! 
Ting'd  with  the  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  star'd  with  sparkling  gold. 


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248  ADORATION  AND  PRAISE, 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round 

And  strikes  the  gazing  sight, 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad, 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

5  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
Our  softer  passions  move ; 


Pity  divine  in  Jesus 


tare 


We  see,  adore,  and  love. 


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CM.  Balerma. 


i 


1  T  ET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice, 

J  j  Behold  the  promised  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  V  axalt  her  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes : 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  Sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoner's  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 


ADORATION  AND  PRAISE.  247 

t  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death, 
And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  sha'n't  be  said,  «  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain." 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead. 
And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

&  1 0  CM.  Augusta. 

1  A  MfD  the  splendors  of  thy  state, 
JljL  My  Grbtf,  thy  love  appears, 
With  the  soft  radiance  of  the  moon, 

Among  a  thousand  stars. 

2  Nature  through  all  her  ample  round 
Thy  boundless  power  proclaims, 

And,  in  melodious  accents,  speaks 
The  goodness,  of  thy  names. 

3  Thy  justice,  holiness,  and  truth, 
Our  solemn  awe  excite; 

But  the  sweet  charms  of  sovereign  grace 
O'erwhelm  us  with  delight. 

4  Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 
Thunders  thy  dreadful  name  ; 

But  Sion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

5  In  all  thy  doctrines  and  commands, 
Thy  counsels  and  designs — 

In  ev'ry  work  thy  hands  have  fram'd, 
Thy  love  supremely  shines. 


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ADORATION  AND  PBATSE. 


6  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim 
Through  earth  and  heav'n  above — 
The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 
That  God  the  Lord  is  Love. 


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L»  M.  Rockbridge. 

INTERNAL  power  !  whose  high  abode 
j  Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God  ; 
Infinite  lengths,  beyond  the  bouuds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

The  lowest  step  around  thy  seat 
Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet ; 
In  vain  the  tall  archangel  tries 
To  reach  thine  height  with  wond'ring 

Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too ; 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High ! 

Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learnt  to  lisp  thy  name  ; 
But  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 
Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 
God  is  in  heav'n,  but  man  below ; 
Be  short  our  tunes  ;  our  words  be  few : 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 


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CM.  Divinity. 

1   /^OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
\J  With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 


ADORATION   AND   PRAISE.  Ö49 

2  «  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died/'  they  cry, 

«  To  be  exalted  thus  ;" 
«  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Couspire  to  raise  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise  ! 

O  |  O  L.M,  Portugal. 

L  T)RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

X    Fix'd  on  his  throne  of  truth  and  love  : 

Behold  the  finger  of  his  power 

Contemplate,  wonder,  and  adore. 

L  When  man,  debased,  and  guilty  man, 
From  crime  to  crime  with  madness  ran  ; 

(Well  might  His  arm  its  thunders  launch, 
And  blast  th'  ungrateful  root  and  branch. 

3  But  clemency  with  justice  strove, 
To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 

"  Go,  my  beloved  Son V*  He  cried, 

"  Be  thou  their  Savior,  thou  their  guide." 

4  The  eastern  star  with  glory  streams  ; 
It  comes,  with  healing  on  its  beams. 
Dark  mists  of  error  flee  away, 

And  Judah  hails  the  rising  day. 


250  ADORATION  AND  PRAISE» 

5  His  sacred  memory  we  bless, 
Whose  holy  gospel  we  profess  5 
And  praise  that  great  Almighty  name. 
From  whom  such  light  and  favor  came. 

/tVv  L.  M.  Wells. 

1  "\7~-E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

X    Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King, 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tougues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God ;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

AÖÖ  Metre  10.  Uiiilia. 

1  C\  WHAT  shall  1  do  my  Savior  to  praise  ! 
\J  So  faithful  and  true,  so  plenteous  in  grace 
So  strong  to  deliver,  so  good  to  redeem, 
The  weakest  believer  that  hangs  upon  him. 

2  How  happy  the  man  whose  heart  it  set  free  J 
The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thee  i 


ADORATION  AND  PRAISE.  251 

Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  still  they  are  talking  of  Jesua's  grace. 

}  Their  daily  delight  shall  be  in  thy  name  ; 
They  shall  as  their  right  thy  righteousness  claim; 
Thy  «righteousness  wearing,  and  cleansed  by  thy 

blood, 
Bold  shall  they  appear  in  the  presence  of  God. 

£  For  thou  art  their  boast,  their  glory  and  power, 
And  I  also  trust  to  see  the  glad  hour, 
My  soul's  new  creation  a.  life  irom  the  dead. 
The  day  of  salvation  that  lifts  up  my  head. 

3  For  Jesus,  my  Lord,  is  now  my  defence, 
I  trust  in  his  wo;  d,  none  plucks  me  from  thence; 
Since  I  have  found  favor,  he  all  things  will  do ; 
My  King  and  my  Savior  shall  make  me  anew. 

6  Yes,  Lord,  I  shall  see  the  bliss  of  thine  own; 
Thy  secret  to  me  slialt  soon  be  made  known; 
For  sorrow  and  sadness  I  joy  shall  receive, 
And  share  in  the  g'adness  of  all  that  believe, 

/COl  Metre  16.  Mendon* 

1  f^  OD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
VX  And  help  me  to  believe, 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  blessing  to  receive ; 
Full  of  guilt,  alas  !  I  am, 

But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

2  Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 

To  thee  1  lift  mine  eyes, 


S52  ADORATION  AND  PRAISE. 

Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
Thy  blood  is  always  nigh. 

Now  as  yesterday  the  same 
Thou  art  and  wilt  forever  be  : 

Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

3  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure ; 
Empty  send  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  knowest,  am  poor ; 
Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name  ; 

My  all  is  sin  and  misery  : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

4  No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought, 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace  ; 
Pardon  I  accept,  unbought, 

Thy  proffer  I  emdrace. 
Coming  as  at  first  I  came, 

To  take,  and  not  bestow  on  thee : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

5  Savior,  from  thy  wounded  side 

I  never  will  depart ; 
Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide, 

When  1  am  pure  in  heart ; 
Till  my  place  above  1  claim, 

This  only  shall  be  all  my  plea, 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


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RESIGNATION  TO  GOD. 


Metre  5.  Ebenezer. 

1  T  MY  Ebenezer  raise 

J    To  my  kind  Redeemer's  praise 
With  a  grateful  heart  I  own 
Hitherto  thy  help  I've  known. 

2  What  may  be  my  future  lot, 
Well  I  know  concerns  me  not ; 
This  should  set  my  heart  at  rest, 
What  thy  will  ordains  is  best 

3  I  may  all  to  thee  resign : 
Father,  let  thy  will  be  mine  ; 
May  but  all  thy  dealings  prove 
Fruits  of  thy  paternal  love. 

4  Guard  me^  Savior,  by  thy  power ; 
Guard  me  in  the  trying  hour  : 
Let  thy  unremitting  care 

Save  me  from  the  lurking  snare. 

5  Let  my  few  remaining  days 
Be  directed  to  thy  praise  ; 

So  the  last,  the  closing  scene, 
Shall  be  tranquil  and  serene. 

9  To  thy  will  I  leave  the  rest, 
Grant  me  but  this  one  request, 
Both  in  life  and  death  to  prove 
Tokens  of  thy  special  love. 


254  'RESIGNATION  TO  GOD, 

OQ 

OO  Metre  S.  Vernon. 

1  TT  THEN  gathering  clouds  around  1  view 

VV    Am*  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  J  Jean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  virtue's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  1  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 

3  When  vexing  thonghts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismayed  my  spirit  dies, 
Yet  he  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  When  sorrowing,  o'er  some  stone  1  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend  : 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile. 
Divides  me —  for  a  little  while, — 
Thou,  Savior,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

5  And  O,  when  1  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
JVIy  painful  bed, — for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tea*  away* 


RESIGNATION  TO  GOD.  255 


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L«  M.  Windham, 

i  TT7HILE  1  keep  silence,  and  conceal 
VV    My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  conscience  feel 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart !   r 

I  I  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  secret  faults  confess  ; 
Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pardoning  word, 
Thine  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

|  For  this  shall  every  humble  soul 
Make  swift  addresses  to  thy  seat : 
When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
I  There  shall  they  find  a  bless'd  retreat. 

1  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  storms  appear, 
And  when  1  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare. 

OO  L.  M.  Wells. 

I  T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  5 
JL  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 

And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 
Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair, 
And  whilst  1  listen'd  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 
3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  3 


256  TRUSTING  IN   GOD. 

That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas. 
And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  mine  eyes ; 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

5  There  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll : 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 


TRUSTING  IN  GOD. 


^)(jU  Metre  14.         Brandenburg 

1  A   H!  I  shall  soon  be  dying, 
j\  Time  swiftly  glides  away  ; 
But  on  my  Lord  relying, 

I  hail  the  happy  day — 

2  The  day  when  1  must  enter 

Upon  a  world  unknown  ; 
My  helpless  soul  I  venture 
On  Jesus  Christ  alone. 

3  He  once  a  spotless  victim, 

Upon  Mount  Calv'ry  bled  : 
Jehovah  did  afflict  him, 
And  bruise  him  in  my  stead. 


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TRUSTING  IN  GOD. 

4  Hence  all  my  hope  arises, 

Unworthy  as  I  am  : 
My  soul  most  surely  prizes 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb. 

5  To  him  by  grace  united, 

I  joy  in  him  alone  ; 
And  now,  by  faith,  delighted, 
Behold  him  on  his  throne. 

6  There  he  is  interceding 

For  all  who  on  him  rest : 
The  grace  from  him  proceeding 
Shall  waft  me  to  his  breast. 

7  Then  with  the  saints  in  glory 

The  grateful  song  I'll  raise, 
And  chant  my  blissful  story 
In  high  seraphic  lays. 

8  Free  grace,  redeeming  merit, 

And  sanctifying  love, 
Of  Father,  Son  and  Spirit, 
Shall  charm  the  courts  above. 


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L.  M.  Social  Band. 

1AY  now,  ye  lovely  social  band, 
*)  Who  walk  the  way  to  Canaan's  land  ; 
Ye  who  have  rled  from  Sodom's  plain, 
Say,  would  you  now  return  again  ? 

Have  you  just  ventured  to  the  field, 
Well  arm'd  with  helmet,  sword,  and  shield, 
And  shall  the  world  with  dread  alarms, 
Compel  you  now  to  ground  your  arms  ? 
0 


258  TRUSTING  IN  GOD, 

3  Beware  of  pleasure's  siren  song ; 
Alas  !  it  cannot  soothe  you  long  ; 
It  cannot  quiet  Jodan's  wave, 
Nor  cheer  the  dark  and  silent  grave. 

4  O  let  your  thoughts  delight  to  soar, 
Where  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more  ; 
Explore  by  faith  the  heavenly  fields, 
And  pluck  the  fruit  that  Canaan  yields. 

5  There  see  the  glorious  hosts  on  wing, 
And  hear  the  heavenly  seraphs  sing  ! 
The  shining  ranks  in  order  stand, 
Or  move  like  lightning  at  command. 

6  Jehovah  there  reigns  not  alone, 
The  Savior  shares  his  Father's  throne  ; 
While  agels  circle  round  his  seat, 
And  worship  prostrate  at  his  feet, 

7  Behold  !  1  see,  among  the  rest, 
A  host  in  richer  garments  dress'd  ; 
A  host  that  near  his  presence  stands, 
And  palms  of  victory  grace  their  hands. 

8  Say,  who  are  these  1  now  behold, 
With  blood-wash'd  robes  and  crowns  of  goh 
This  glorious  host  is  not  unknown 

To  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 

9  These  are  the  followers  of  the  Lamb ; 
From  tribulation  great  they  came  ; 
And  on  the  hill  of  sweet  repose, 
They  bid  adieu  to  all  their  woes. 

10  Soon  on  the  wings  of  love  you'll  fly 
To  join  them  in  that  world  on  high ; 


TRUSTING  IN  GOD.  259 

0  make  it  now  your  chiefest  care. 
The  image  of  your  Lord  to  bear. 

jOO         Metre  9.        Carmarthan — Lenox. 

1  A   RISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
J\_  Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede  ; 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary  ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  the  ransom'd  sinner  die! 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One : 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  1  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled 
His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear ; 

He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
1  can  no  longer  fear ; 


260  TRUSTING  IN  GOD. 

With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 


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S.  M.  Idiwiea.     I 

LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
My  trust  is  in  his  name ; 
Let  not  my  foes,  that  seek  my  blood, 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 

Persuade  me  to  despair  ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  1  may  'scape  the  snare. 

3  From  gleams  of  dawning  light 

Till  evening  shades  arise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  1  wait, 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace. 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways, 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodness'  sake 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame, 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 


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290 


S.  M.  Watchman, 

fPO  GOD  in  whom  1  trust, 

[    1  lift  my  heart  and  voice  ; 
Oh !  let  me  not  be  put  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 

Thy  mercies,  and  thy  love, 

O  Lord,  recall  to  mind  ; 
And  graciously  continue  still, 

As  thou  wert  ever  kind, 
Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 

Be  blotted  out  by  thee  ; 
And  for  thy  wondrous  goodness'  sake, 

In  mercy  think  on  me. 

His  mercy  and  his  truth, 

The  righteous  Lord  displays, 

In  bringing  wandering  sinners  home, 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 


WARNING  HYMNS. 


CtJ  I  L.  M.  Windham, 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 
"  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command? 


262  WARNING  HYMNS. 

Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  appostates  never  knew. 

AJtJU  S.  M.     Strait  Gate—Idumea. 

1  T~\ESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 
J  /  What  multitudes  pursue  ! 

While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few» 

2  Believers  find  the  way 

Through  Christ  the  living  Gate  ; 
But  those  who  hate  this  holy  way 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  no  more  caress'd, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide? 
And  strive  to  think  it  best. 

4  Encompass'd  by  a  throng, 

On  numbers  they  depend  ; 
They  say  so  many  can't  be  wrong, 
And  miss  a  happy  end. 

5  But  hear  the  Savior's  word, 

"  Strive  for  the  heav'nly  gate, 


WARNING  HYMNS.  263 

Many  will  call  upon  the  Lord, 
And  find  their  cries  too  late," 

Obey  the  gospel  call, 

And  enter  while  you  may  ; 
The  flock  of  Christ  is  always  small, 

And  none  are  safe  but  they. 

Lord,  open  sinners'  eyes, 

Their  awful  state  to  see ; 
And  make  them,  ere  the  storm  arise. 

To  thee  for  safety  flee. 

&t/d  Metre  5.  Alarming  Voice, 

SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepared, 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow, 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 
Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee ; 
Solid  mountians  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 
Lord  prepare  us  by  thy  grace ! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 


264  WARNING   HYMNS. 

Aad  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 
6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 
Listen  to  the  gospel  voice  ; 

Seek  the  things  that  are  above  5 
Scorn  the  wold's  pretended  joys. 

294  S.  M.  Skirland. 

ITS  this  the  kind  return, 

J    And  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus^to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hathtsin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  1 

3  On  us  he  bids  the  sun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  ; 
But,  we  more  base,  more  brutish  "things, 
Reject  his  easy  reign. 

5  Turn,  turn,  us  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh ; 
Break  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

5  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 


WARNING  HYMNS.  265 

And  hourly  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

ZöO  C.  M.  Dublin. 

1  rpHE  time  is  short ! — sinners  beware, 
Jl    Nor  trifle  time  away, 

The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  yet  'tis  called  to-day. 

2  The  time  is  short ! — O  sinners,  now, 
To  Christ,  the  Lord,  submit ; 

To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

3  The  time  is  short ! — ye  saints,  rejoice, 
The  Lord  will  quickly  come  ; 

Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Savior's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

4  The  time  is  short ! — it  swiftly  flies — 
The  hour,  is  just  at  hand, 

When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
And  reach  the  wished-for  land. 

5  The  time  is  short ! — the  moment  near, 
When  we  shall  dwell  above  ; 

And  be  forever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 


•296 

■IK      1    rs 


C.  M.  Mear. 


1  fPHAT  awful  day  will  surety  come, 
X    Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  1  must  stand  before  my  Judge 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 


266  WARNING  HYMNS. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  1  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart" 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'T  would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banish'd  for  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ! 

5  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

6  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

7  O  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  namo 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands, 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

8  Give  me  one  kind,  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again, 
And,  cheerfully,  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 


297 


WARNING  HYMNS,  267 


L.  M.  Retirement, 

HASTEN,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

O  hasten  mercy  to  implore, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrows'  sun  ; 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  ev'ning  stage  be  run. 

>3  O  hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  O  hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

5  0  Lord,  do  thou  the  sinner  turn ! 

Now  rouse  him  from  his  senseless  state  ! 
I   O  let  him  not  thy  counsel  spurn, 
Nor  rue  his  fatal  choice  too  late. 


298 


Metre  13.  Warning  Voice. 


1   QTOP,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 
^5  Before  you  farther  go  ; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take- 
Stay  your  footsteps — e'er  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 


268  WARNING  HYMNS. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God. 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  ye  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair ! 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd ; 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  dye ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass  ; 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 


299 

1     A  Hsu 

JLJL  Wh 


Metre  54.      Voice  of  Warning* 

ilty  sinner,  ruin'd  by  transgression, 
at  shall  thy  doom  be,  when  arrayed  i] 
terror, 
God  shall  command  thee,  cover'd  with  pollution 
Up  to  the  judgement? 


WARNING   HYMNS.  269 

2  Wilt  thou  escape  from  his  omniscient  notice, 
Fly  to  the  caverns,  court  annihilation  ? 

Vain  thy  presumption,  justice  still  shall  triumph 
In  thy  destruction, 

3  Stop,  thoughtless  sinner,  stop  awhile  and  ponder, 
Ere  death  arrest  thee,  and  the  Jndge  in  vengeance, 
Hurl  frow  his  presence  thine  affrighted  spirit, 

Swift  to  perdition. 

i  Oft  has  he  call'dthee,  but  thou  wouldst  not  hear 
him, 
Mercies  and  judgments  have  alike  been  slighted 
Yet  he  is  gracious  and  with  arms  unfolded, 

Waits  to  embrace  thee, 

5  Come,  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this  momenl, 
Just  as  you  are,  come,  filthy  and  polluted, 
Come  to  the  fountain  open  for  uncleanness ; 
Jesus  invites  you. 

3  But  if  you  trifle  with  his  gracious  message, 
J  Cleave  to  the  world  and  love  its  guilty  pleasures, 
Mercy,  grown  weary,  shall  in  righteous  judgment, 
Quit  you  for-ever. 

7  Where  the  worm  dies  not.  and  the  fire  eternal, 
Fills  the  lost  soul  with  anguish  and  with  terror, 
There  shall  the  sinner  spend  a  long  for-ever, 
Dying  unpardon'd. 


270  PENITENTIAL, 

8  Oh !  guilty  sinner,  hear  the  voice  of  warning  : 
Fly  to  the  Savior,  and  embrace  his  pardon ; 
So  shall  your  spirit  meet  with  joy  triumphanl 
Death  and  the  judgment, 


i 


PENITENTIAL. 


300 


L.  M.  Munich. 

1  TOEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door! 

|>  He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before  ; 
Hath  waited  long — is  waiting  still  ,• 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless,  kindness  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  Friend  you  need  ; 
The  Friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him  e'er  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour  's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


PENITENTIAL.  27 1 

>U1  CM.  Youthful  Piety. 

1  TTOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
JLL  Has  wanderM  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 

Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  «  Return  f9 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn; 
Oh,  take  the  wand'rer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Savior,  1  adore  ; 
Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

U\J/6  Metre  8.  Vernon. 

I  /HOME,  O  thou  Traveler  unknown, 

V  J  Who  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see ; 

My  company  before  is  gone, 
And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee : 

With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 

And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 


272  PENITENTIAL» 

2  1  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am ;  } 

My  misery  and  sin  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name, 

Look  on  thy  hands  and  read  it  there ; 
But  who,  1  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  ? 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

1  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ; 
Art  thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  ; 
Wrestling,  1  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  1  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterable  name  ? 
Tell  me,  1  still  beseech  thee,  tell ; 

To  know  it  now  resolved  1  am  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

5  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long  : 
X  rise  snperior  to  my  pain : 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  thee,  God-Man  prevail. 

<OUO  S.  M.  Aylesbuly. 

1  TT  AVE  mercy,  Lord,  on  me, 
Xx  As  thou  wert  ever  kind : 
Let  me,  oppress'd  with  loads  of  guilt, 

The  wonted  pardon  find. 

2  Against  thee,  Lord,  alone, 

And  only  in  thy  sight. 


PRODIGAL   BON.  273 

Have  I  transgress'd  ;  and  tho'  condemned, 
Must  own  thy  judgments  right. 

3  Blot  out  my  crying  sins, 
m       Nor  me  in  anger  view 

Create  in  me  a  heart  that's  clean, 
An  upright  mind  renew. 

4  Withdraw  not  thou  thy  help, 

Nor  cast  me  from  thy  sight, 
Nor  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  take 
Its  everlasting  flight, 

5  The  joy  thy  favor  gives, 

Let  me  again  obtain  ; 
And  thy  free  Spirit's  firm  support 
My  fainting  soul  sustain. 


PRODIGAL  SON. 


»4 


CM.  Awful  Majesty. 

BEHOLD  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine 
Have  wasted  his  estate  ; 
He  begs  a  share  among  the  swine 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat, 

i  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 
"  1  starve  in  foreign  lands ; 
My  Father's  house  hath  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 


274  PRODIGAL  SON. 

3  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue, 

Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong, 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 

4  He  said,  and  hasten'd  to  his  home, 

To  seek  his  father's  love ; 
The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Embraced  and  kiss'd  his  son  ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  brake 
For  follies  he  had  done. 


?? 


6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  shame  and  sin,3 
(The  father  gives  command,) 

"  Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
With  rings  adorn  his  hands. 

7  "  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain, 

Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  : 
My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
Was  lost,  and  now  is  found." 

£)Ut)  C.  M.  Communion. 

1  A  FFLICTIONS,  tho'  they  seem  severe, 
f\_  In  mercy  oft  are  sent, 

They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt, 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 
When  famine  pinchM  him  sore. 


PRODIGAL   SON.  273 

3  "  What  have  1  gained  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face, 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 
I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

5  His  Father  saw  him  coming  back, 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6  «  Father,  I've  sinn'd,  but  O  !  forgive,"— 

«  Enough,"  the  father  said, 
«  Rejoice  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  1  mourn'd  as  dead. 

7  "  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  the  news  around, 
My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again  ; 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home ! 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 


276 


MARRIAGE    HYMNS. 

MARRIAGE  HYMNS. 


306 


C.  M. 


Solon . 


SINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
To  grace  a  marriage  feast; 
O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 

To  make  a  wedding  guest. 
Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands  ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 

And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 
In  purest  love  these  souls  unite, 

That  they  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 

By  taking  mutual  share. 
And  when,  that  solemn  hour  shall  come, 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er  ; 
May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 

Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 


307 


L.  M. 


Hebron. 


1  TTTITH  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays, 
VV     We  D0W  before  th'  Eternal  throne, 
And  offer  up  our  humble  praise, 
To  him  whose  name  is  God  alone. 

I  On  this  auspicious  eve  draw  near, 

And  shed  thy  richest  blessings  down  ; 
Fill  every  heart  with  love  sincere, 
And  all  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 


\ 


MARRIAGE    HYMNS.  277 

Grant  now  thy  presence,  gracious  Lord, 
And  hearken  to  our  fervent  pray'r  ; 

The  nuptial  vow  in  heaven  record, 
And  bless  the  newly  married  pair. 

Oh  guide  them  safe,  this  desert  through, 
\     Mid  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ; 
\At  length  with  joy  thy  face  to  view, 
In  fairer,  better  worlds  above, 

)U0  L.  M.  AJbingdon. 

TT7JLH  cheerful  voices  rise  and  sing 
VV     The  praises  of  our  God  and  King; 
For  he  alone  can  minds  unite, 
And  bless  with  conjugal  delight. 

Oh,  may  this  pair  increasing  find 
|  Substantial  pleasures  of  the  mind  ; 
Happy  together  may  they  be, 
And  both  united,  Lord,  to  thee. 
So  may  they  live  as  truly  one ; 
And  when  their  work  on  earth  is  done, 
Rise,  hand  in  hand,  to  heaven,  and  share 
The  joys  of  love  forever  there 


COMMUNION. 


j\j\)  L-  M.  Kedron. 

YE  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man  ! 
The  Man  of  grief  condemned  for  you  ! 


278 


COMMUNION, 


. 


The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain  ! 
Weeping,  to  Calvary  pursue. 

2  His  sacred  limbs,  they  stretch,  the}''  tear, 

With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood — 
His  sacred  limbs — exposed  and  bare, 
Or  only  cover'd  with  his  blood. 

3  See  there  !  his  temples  crowned  with  tho 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
His  streaming  feet  transfixed  and  torn, 
The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side. 

4  Thou  dear,  thou  suffering  Son  of  God, 

How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move ! 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love ! 

5  The  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 

Convulsed,  when  her  Creator  died; 
Oh,  may  our  inmost  nature  shake, 
And  bow  with  Jesus  crucified  I 

6  At  thy  last  gasp,  the  graves  displayed 

Their  horrors  to  the  upper  skies  ; 
Oh,  that  our  souls  might  burst  the  shades, 
And  quicken'd  by  thy  death,  arise  ! 

7  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death, 

And  tremble,  and  asunder  part  ; 

Oh,  rend,  with  thy  expiring  breath, 

The  harder  marble  of  our  heart ! 


di-U  Metre  7,       Seraph's  Harp, 

1  TT  ARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy  !  ' 
XX  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary, 


:: 


COMMUNION,  279 

See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  vails  the  sky! 
«  It  is  finished  !"— 

Hear  the  dying  Savior  cry. 
It  is  finished  !  Oh,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord : 
It  is  finished  ! — 

Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

Finished — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finished — all  that  God  had  promised  ; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe : 
It  is  finished  ! — 

Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw 

Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 

All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


311 


CM.  Mear. 

1  T  ET  us  adore  th?  eternal  Word  ; 

|  j  5Tis  he  our  souls  hath  fed  ; 
Thou  art  our  living  stream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th?  immortal  bread, 

2  The  manna  came  from  lower  skies, 

But  Jesus  from  above, 
Where  the  fresh  springs  of  pleasure  rise, 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 


280  COMMUNION. 

3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  died  at  last, 

Who  ate  that  heavenly  bread ; 
But  these  provisions  which  we  taste, 
Can  raise  us  from  the  dead. 

4  Bless'd  be  the  Lord  that  gives  his  flesh 

To  nourish  dying  men ; 
And  often  spreads  his  table  fresh, 
Lest  we  should  faint  again. 

5  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heavenly  breath 

While  Jesus  finds  supplies  ; 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death, 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 

6  Daily  our  mortal  flesh  decays, 

But  Christ  our  Life  shall  come; 
His  unresisted  power  shall  raise 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb. 

e)l/0  C.  M.  Solon. 

1  T  ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  ; 
JLi  How  heavenly  is  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  spreads  the  sacred  feast 

Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rise, 

While  sitting  round  his  board  ; 
And  back  to  Calvary  she  flies 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

3  His  soul,  what  agonies  it  felt, 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  ! 
And  the  large  loads  of  all  our  guilt, 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 


COMMUNION.  281 

4  "  Here,"  (says  the  kind,  redeeming  Lord, 

And  shows  his  wouded  side.) 
"  See,  here  the  spring  of  all  your  joys, 
That  opened  when  I  died." 

5  He  smiles  and  cheers  my  mournful  heart, 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  ; 
"  All  this,"  says  he,  "  1  bore  for  thee" — 
And  then  he  smiles  again. 

6  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Savior's  love, 

Ye  saints  that  taste  his  wine  : 
Join  with  your  kindred  saints  above, 
In  loud  hosannas  join. 

7  A  thousand  glories  to  the  God 

That  gives  such  joy  as  this  ; 
Hosanna  !  let  it  sound  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jesus  is. 


13 


L.  M.  Kedron. 

;rpiS  midnight —  and  on  Olave's  brow, 
|_    The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone ; 

'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 
The  suffering  Savior  prays  alone. 

'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  removed, 

Immanuel  wrestles  'lone  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears, 
'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God.  ' 


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282  COMMUNION. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plainSj 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Savior's  woe. 

Ö-L~c  P*  M*  Communion. 

1  TTOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
XX  With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 

The  choicest  of  her  stores. 

2  Here  every  bowel  of  our  God 

With  soft  compassion  rolls ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon  bought  with  blood. 
Is  food  for  dying  souls, 

3  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  songs 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
.    Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

4  «  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room ; 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice!  j 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 

And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 
8  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 


COMMUNION.  283 

We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 


15 

i  rn 


C.   M.  Hoclcingham. 

HAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Did,  almost  with  his  latest  breath, 

This  solemn  feast  ordain. 
To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  are  met, 

And  to  remember  thee  : 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
«  The  Savior  died  for  me.5' 

Thy  sufferings,  Lord,  each  sacred  sign 
To  our  remembrance  brings  ; 

We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O,  tune  our  tongues,  and  put  in  frame 
Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 
To  sing,  "  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me." 

)1U  S.  M.  Idumea. 

1  J  ESUS  invites  his  saints 

*J    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flesh, 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  ; 
Amazing  favor  !  matchless  grace 
Of  our  descending  God. 


3S4 


COMMUNION, 


3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath. 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  several  parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  Read. 

6  Let  all  our  powers  be  join'd 

His  glorious  name  to  raise 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 


317 


S.  M.  Little  Marlborough, 


TET  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
4  To  praise  our  God  on  high, 
Who  from  his  bosom  sent  his  Son, 
To  fetch  us  strangers  nigh. 

Nor  let  our  voices  cease, 
To  sing  the  Savior's  name  ; 

Jesus,  th?  embassador  of  peace, 
How  cheerfully  he  came. 

It  cost  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good. 


COMMUNION.  §85 

4  Infinite  was  our  guilt. 

But  he  our  Priest  atones  ; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  spilt, 
And  offered  with  his  groans. 

5  Look  up  my  sou],  to  him 

Whose  death  was  thy  desert, 
And  humbly  view  the  living  stream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

6  While  the  eternal  Three 

Bear  their  record  above, 
Here  1  believe  he  died  for  me, 
And  seal  my  Savior's  love. 

3X0  CM.  Resignation. 

1  I  ESUS,  at  whose  supreme  command, 
•  J    We  now  approach  to  God, 

(Before  us  in  thy  vesture  stand, 
Thy  vesture  dipp'd  in  blood. 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 
We  break:  the  hallowed  bread, 
Commem'rate  thee,  our  dying  Lord, 
And  trust  on  thee  to  feed. 

2  Now,  Savior,  now  thyself  reveal, 

And  make  thy  nature  known, 
Affix  thy  blessed  Spirit's  seal, 

And  stamp  us  for  thine  own. 
The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love 

O  let  us  all  receive, 
And  feel  the  quickening  Spirit  move, 

And  sensibly  believe! 

3  The  cup  of  blessing,  blest  by  thee, 

Let  it  thy  blood  impart ; 


286  COMMUNION. 

The  bread  thy  mystic  body  be, 
And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 

The  grace  which  sure  salvation  brings, 
Let  us  herewith  receive  ; 

Satiate  the  hungrjf'with  good  things, 
The  hidden  manna  give, 

4  The  living  bread  sent  down  from  heaven, 

In  us  vouchsafe  to  be ; 
Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 

And  all  may  live  by  thee. 
Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flesh  bestow, 

And  let  us  drink  thy  blood, 
Till  all  our  souls  are  filled  below, 

With  all  the  life  of  God. 


'I; 


ÖJLey  Metre   16.      Warning  Voice, 

AMB  of  God,  whose  dying  love 
We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee, 

And  every  struggling  soul  release  ! 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

By  thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  sweat  we  pray, 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away  ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 

From  all  iniquity  release  : 
O,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 


COMMUNION.  287 

I  Let  thy  blood  by  faith  applied. 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal, 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  all  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace ! 

:  Never  will  we  hence  depart, 

Till  thou  our  wants  relieve : 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 

And  all  thy  image  give  : 
Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  thee, 

Till  perfected  in  holiness, 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

'J/CXJ  Metre  4.  Disciple. 

1/10ME,  thou  everlasting  Spirit, 
\j  Bring  to  every  thankful  mind, 
All  the  Savior's  dying  merit, 

All  his  suff'rings  for  mankind  ; 
True  recorder  of  his  passion, 
Now  the  living  fire  impart, 
Now  reveal  his  great  salvation, 
Preach  his  gospel  to  our  heart, 

I  Come,  thou  Witness  of  his  dying, 
Come,  Remembrancer  divine, 

Let  us  feel  thy  power  applying 
Christ  to  every  soul  and  mine : 

Let  us  groan  thine  inward  groaning, 
Look  on  him  we  pierced,  and  grieved, 


288 


FEET-WASHING. 


All  recieve  the  grace  atoning, 
All  the  sprinkled  blood  receive. 


FEET-WASHING. 


321 


CM..  .Mear. 

1  FTPO  show  how  humble  Christians  ought 

J_    To  one  another  be, 
Christ  with  his  own  example  taught, 
As  plainly  we  may  see. 

2  Though  he  was  Lord  and  Master  great, 

Who  giveth  all  commands, 
He  wash'd  his  own  disciples'  feet, 
With  his  own  blessed  hands. 

3  When  thus  their  Master  with  them  dealt, 

And  proved  his  love  to  them, 
How  must  their  drooping  hearts  have  felt, 
To  meet  with  such  esteem. 

4  May  they  who  worldly  honor  seek, 

Learn  what  it  is  to  be 
Like  Jesus,  humble,  truly  meek, 
From  self-applauses  free. 

5  Such  facts  as  these  should  have  effect, 

To  bring  the  haughty  low  ; 
The  proudest  heart  should  feel  a  check, 
And  deeply  humbled  too. 

6  Thus  Peter's  mind  was  much  impress'd 

He  thought  himself  too  mean  ; 
But  also  felt  himself  distressed, 
To  have  no  part  with  him. 


FEET-WASHING.  289 

7  "  Till  thou  art  wash'd,  thou  hast  no  part 
With  me,"  the  Savior  said; 
Then  Peter  cried,  "  with  all  my  heart  ! 
Wash  thou  my  hands  and  head." 

100 

J/Cjfij  L,  M.  Rockbridge. 

■  f  pHE  night  in  which  Christ  was  betrayed, 
[     For  us  a  plain  example  laid, 
He  to  a  private  room  retired, 
'    With  those  he  afterward  inspired. 

I  There  the  Lord's  supper  was  prepared, 
And  Christ  the  Lord  had  with  them  shared, 
Of  which  th5  apostles  did  partake, 
He  thus  an  ordinance  did  make. 
He  rose  and  laid  his  garments  by, 
When  tow'l  and  water  were  brought  nigh, 
To  prove  his  love  divinely  sweet, 
Proceeds  to  wash  his  servant's  feet. 

So  alter  he  had  washed  their  feet, 
Resumed  his  garments,  took  his  seat : 
So  we  should  love  and  kindness  show, 
To  all  our  brethren  here  below. 

Ye  call  me  Master  and  your  Lord, 
Which  is  according  to  my  word, 
Iff  have  done  this  unto  you, 
Ye  ought  to  serve  each  other  too. 

Example  give  i  unto  you, 
As  I  have  done  so  ye  should  do, 
And  if  ye  then  my  servants  be, 
Obey  my  word  and  follow  me. 
10 


290  FEET-WASHING. 

7  The  Lord  who  did  from  heaven  descend 
Bids  us  his  doctrine  to  defend  ; 
If  wein  all  things  faithful  prove, 
We  shall  obtain  redeeming  love. 


32? 


O     /  L.  M.  Devotion. 

iXTHEN  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below, 
YV     He  taught  his  people  what  to  do: 
And  if  we  would  his  precepts  keep, 
We  must  descend  to  washing  feet. 

For  in  that  night  he  was  betray'd, 
He  for  us  all  a  pattern  laid  ; 
So  let  our  wTorks  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  his  patterns  all  divine. 

The  Lord  who  made  the  earth  and  sky, 
Arose  and  laid  his  garments  by, 
And  wash'd  their  feet  to  show  that  wTe 
Should  always  kind  and  humble  be. 

He  wash'd  them  all  to  make  them  clean, 
But  Judas  still  was  full  of  sin ; 
May  none  of  us  like  Judas  sell 
The  Lord  for  gold,  arni  go  to  hell. 

Peter  said,  Lord,  it  shall  not  be 
Thou  shalt  not  stoop  lo  washing  me, 
O  that  no  Christians  here  may  say, 
I'm  too  unworthy  to  obey. 

You  call  me  Lord  and  Master,  too, 
Then  do  as  I  have  done  to  you  ; 
All  my  commands  and  counsels  keep, 
And  show  your  love  by  washing  feet. 


PARTING  HYMNS.  291 

Ye  shall  be  happy  if  you  know, 
And  do  these  things  by  faith  below, 
And  I'll  protect  you  till  you  die, 
And  then  remove  you  up  on  high. 


324 


PARTING  HYMNS. 


L.  M,  Social  Band. 


t    I  /;,  Y  dearest  friends,  in  bonds  of  love, 
jxl    Our  hearts  in  sweetest,  union  prove, 
Your  friendship  's  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
Your  presence  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear; 
And  when  1  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  chords  around  my  heart. 

I  How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray, 
How  loathe  I've  been  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face  ; 
O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  struggling  mind! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand, 
That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand, 

3  And  since  it  is  God's  holy  will, 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while, 
£n  sweet  submission  all  in  one, 
We'll  say,  our  Father's  will  be  done. 
Dear  fellow  youth  in  Christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies : 


292  PARTING  HYMNS. 

Fight  on,  you'll  win  the  happy  shore. 
Where  parting  hands  are  known  no  more. 
4  How  oft  I've  seen  the  flowing  tears, 

And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  arid  fears  ; 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seem'd  to  flame. 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 
Ye  mourning  souls,  in  sad  surprise, 
Jesus  remembers  all  your  cries  ; 
O  taste  his  grace,  in  all  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 


325 


Metre   11.     Christian  Fanmll. 

1  T?AREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  % 
J  hand, 

That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band; 
Our  ;?ev'ral  engagements  now  call  us  away; 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  awhil< 
We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence  smile 
And  whiie  we  are  parted  and  scattered  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other,  and  trust  in  the  Lor« 

3  Farewell,   faithful  soldiers,  you'll   soon    be  di 

charged. 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  bounty  enlarged  ; 
With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan  may 

roar, 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the  shore. 

4  Farewell,  younger  brethren,  just  listed  for  wa 
Sore  trials  await  you   but  Jesus  is  near; 
Although  you,   must  travel  the  dark  wilderness 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  in  peac; 


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PARTING  HYMNS.  293 

5  The  world,  and  the  devil,  and  sin,  all  unite, 
Willi  bold  opposition,  your  souls  to  affright; 
Bnt  Jesus,  your  leader  is  stronger  than  they; 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,  trembling  mourner,  with  sad  broken 
heart, 

O,  hasten  to  Jesus  and  choose  the  good  part ; 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended  your  soul  to  receive. 

7  Farewell,  careless  sinners  !  for  you  I  must  grieve 
To  think  of  your  danger,  while  careless  you  live; 
The  judgment    approaches — O   think  of   your 

doom, 
And  turn  to  the  Savior,  while  yet  ifoere  is  room, 


326 


CM.  Salvation. 

1  TAEAR  friends,  farewell,  I  do  you  tell, 
Xj  Since  you  and  I  must  part : 
I  go  away,  and  here  you  stay, 

But  still  we're  join'd  in  heart. 
Your  love  to  me  has  been  most  free, 

Your  conversation  sweet ; 
How  can  1  bear  to  journey  where 

With  you  I  cannot  meet  ? 

2  Yet  do  I  find  my  heart  inclined 
To  do  my  work  below  ; 

When  Christ  doth  call,  I  trust  I  shall 

Be  ready  then  to  go. 
I  leave  you  all,  both  great  and  small, 

In  Christ's  encircling  arms, 
Who  can  you  save  from  the  coldr  gave, 

And  shield  you  from  all  harm. 


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294  PARTING  HYMNS. 

3  I  trust  you'll  pray,  both  night  and  day, 

And  keep  your  garments  white, 
For  you  and  me,  that  we  may  be 

The  children  of  the  light. 
If  you  die  first,  anon  you  must, 

The  will  of  God  be  done, 
I  hope  the  Lord  will  you  reward, 

With  an  immortal  crown. 

4  If  I'm  call'd  home  whilst  I  am  gone. 

Indulge  no  tears  for  me  ; 
I  hope  to  sing  and  praise  my  King, 

To  all  eternity. 
Millions  of  years  over  the  spheres 

Shall  pass  in  sweet  repose, 
While  beauty  bright  unto  my  sight, 

Thy  sacred  sweets  disclose. 
o  I  long  to  go,  then  farewell  woe, 

My  soul  will  be  at  rest ; 
No  more  shall  1  complain  or  sigh, 

But  taste  the  heavenly  feast, 
O  may  we  meet,  and  be  complete, 

And  long  together  dwell, 
And  serve  the  Lord  with  one  accord  ; 

And  so,  dear  friends,  farewell. 

Q97 

iJ/C  f  Metre  8.      Missionary  Farewell» 

1  T71AREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord! 
P    The  gospel  sounds  the  Jubilee  ; 
My  tongue  shall  bear  the  news  abroad. 

From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 


PARTING  HYMNS.  295 

2  Farewell ! — in  bonds  of  union  dear, 

Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart ; 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer, 

Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part  ; 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below ! 

Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me ; 
My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go, 

To  sound  the  gospel-jubilee  : 
To  bear  the  joy-inspiring  news 
To  Gentile  worlds,  and  blinded  Jews. 

4  Farewell,  dear  people,  one  and  all ! 

While  God  the  breath  of  life  shall  give, 
1  hope  on  him  in  prayer  to  call, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live  ; 
That  your  dear  souls  prepar'd  may  be, 
To  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 

5  Farewell,  to  all  below  the  sun ! 

And  as  I  journey  here  below, 
The  path  is  strait  my  feet  must  run, 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go  ; 
Will  guard  me  by  his  powerful  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

6  Farewell !  farewell ! — 1  look  above  ; 

Jesus,  my  Friend,  to  thee  1  call ! 
Be  thou  my  joy,  my  crown,  my  love, 

My  safeguard  and  my  heavenly  all ; 
My  theme  till  life  shall  close,  and  then 
My  only  !;ope  in  death — Amen ! 


296  PARTING  HYMNS. 


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L.  M.         Hebron — Devotion» 

HAPPY  day!   when  saints  shall  meet 
To  part  no  more — the  thought  is  sweet ; 
No  more  to  feel  the  rending  smart, 
Oft  felt  below,  when  Christians  part. 

2  O  happy  place  1  still  must  say, 
Where  all  but  love  is  done  away  ; 
All  cause  of  parting  there  is  past; 
There  social  feast  will  ever  last. 

3  Such  union  here  is  sought  in  vain, 
As  there,  in  every  heart  will  reign, 
There  separation  can't  compel 
The  saints  to  bid  the  sad  farewell. 

4  On  earth  when  friends  together  meet, 
And  find  the  passing  moments  sweet, 
Time's  rapid  motions  soon  compel, 
With  grief  to  say — dear  friends,  farewell. 

5  The  shepherd  feels  the  smarting  shock, 
Of  parting  from  his  weeping  flock ; 
His  feelings  for  them,  none  can  tell, 
When  fonrd  to  say — my  friends,  farewell. 

6  The  happy  season  soon  will  come, 

When  saints  shall  meet  in  heav'n  their  home 
Eternally  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Nor  ever  hear  the  sound,  farewell. 

O/Ctj  C.  M.  Mear. 

1  TQLEST  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 
Jj  That  will  not  let  us  part ; 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  397 

Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove— 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

Join'd  in  one  Spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread. 

And  show  his  praise  below. 

Partaker's  of  the  Savior's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 

Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 
But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore  $ 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away, 

And  Christians  part  no  more  ! 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 


OOvJ  Metre  12.         Greenfields. 

1  TTOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
JjL  When  Jesus  no  longer  1  see  !     [flowers, 
Sweet  prospects,    sweet   birds,    and    sweet 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  : 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  j 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 


293  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  ; 

I  should  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear, 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned  ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 
While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove,   * 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  1  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

OQ1 

UÖ1  Metre  12.         Greenfields 

1   TT7HEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld  ; 
VV     Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 

From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear; 
Awhile  his  behavior  was  rough, 
To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind  ; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hasted  to  show  himself  kind. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS,  299 

2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he, 

Whom  they  had  ill-treated  and  sold! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 

As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told ! 
«  Pm  Joseph,  your  brother!"  he  said, 

"  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear ; 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I. was  dead, 

But  God,  for  }^our  sakes,  sent  me  here." 

3  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charg'd  with  purloining  the  cup  ; 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 

Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up  : 
(i  Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  household  maintain  ? 

O  !  this  is  a  brother  indeed  !" 

4  Thus  dragg'd  hj  my  conscience,  1  came. 

And  laden  with  guilt  to  the  Lord  ; 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
At  first,  he  look'd  stern  and  severe, 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart, 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear, 

The  sentence,  {i  Thou  cursed,  depart!" 

5  But  O  I  what  surprise  when  he  spoke  ! 

While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face  ; 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erwhelmM  and  confounded  by  grace. 
«  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  weil  j 

By  thee  1  was  sold  and  was  slain  ; 
But  died  to  redeem  tnee  from  hell, 

And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 


300  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS, 

6  «  I'm  Jesus  whom  thou  hast  blasphemed, 

And  crucified  often  afresh  ; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd, 

Thy  brother,  thy  bone  and  thy  flesh. 
My  pardon  1  freely  bestow, 

Thy  wants  will  1  fully  supply  ; 
I'll  guide  thee,  and  guard  thee  below, 

And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

7  "  Go,  publish  to  sinners  around, 

That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
The  mercy  which  now  you  haue  found, 

And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room." 
O  sinners  !  the  message  obey; 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend  ; 
But  come  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus,  our  brother  and  friend. 


Metre  7.  Grcemvood. 

AVIOR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  tain! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

CHORUS. 

Lord,  revive  us ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  oi  thy  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die.  . 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
Every  plant  look'  d  gay  and  green  ; 


■s 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  301 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish 'd, — 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded. 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders  ? 

FilPd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth; 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  beiow  s 
Some  alas  !   we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

7  Younger  plants — the  sight  how  pleasant ! 

CoverM  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present; 
Frosts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

8  Dearest  Savior,  hasten  hither  ; 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 
Oh  !  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 


302  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

Let  each  one,  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  : 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

«5/Öd  Metre  4.  Advocate. 

1  Q AVIOR  I  do  feel  thy  merit, 

j^  Sprinkled  with  redeeming  blood  ; 
And  my  weary,  troubled  spirit, 

Now  finds  rest  with  thee,  my  God  ; 
I  am  safe,  and  i  am  happy, 

While  in  thy  dear  arms  1  lie, 
Sin  and  Satan  cannot  hurt  me, 

While  my  Savior  is  so  nigh. 

2  Now  I'll  sing  a  Savior's  merit, 

Tell  the  world  of  his  dear  name ; 
That  if  any  want  his  Spirit, 

He  is  still  the  very  same  : 
He  that  asketh  soon  riceiveth, 

He  that  seeks  is  sure  to  find ; 
Whomsoe'er  on  him  believeth, 

He  will  never  cast  behind. 

3  Now  our  Advocate  is  pleading 

With  his  Father  and  our  God  ; 
Now  for  us  is  interceding 

As  the  purchase  of  his  blood  : 
Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praying, 

Father,  save  them,  1  have  diedj 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  303 

And  the  Father  answers,  saying, 
They  are  freely  justified. 

J04;  Metre  7.  Tamworth. 

1  r\U  thou  God  of  my  salvation, 
\J  My  Redeemer  from  all  sin, 
Moved  by  thy  divine  compassion, 

Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win  ; 

I  will  praise  thee, 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

2  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 
Glory  to  the  great  I  AM, 

1  with  them  would  still  be  vieing, 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 

3  Now  1  see  with  joy  and  wonder, 
WThence  the  healing  streams  arose  : 

Angel  minds  are  lost  to  ponder 
Dying  love's  mysterious  cause ; 

Yet  the  blessing 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 

4  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Savior — 
He  hath  brought  salvation  near ; 

Manifests  his  pard'ning  favor, 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  wear. 

5  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceived  they  mix  the  throng, 


304 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS, 


Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crowned  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song  ; 
Hallelujah! 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong, 


335 


Metre  4. 


Conquest. 


DARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 
Thro'  which  pilgrims  make  their  way  ; 
But  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrows, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day  ; 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go  j 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

O  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  troubles  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigor  to  decay? 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  go  with  you — 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne ; 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone  ; 

He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll ; 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole — 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  comm/and  : 
They  are  always  hov'ring  round  you, 

Till  you  reach  the  heav'nly  land. 
There,  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

In  the  fields  of  endless  rest, 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  305 

Love,  and  joy,  and  peace,  shall  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
Who  can  paint  those  scenes  of  glory. 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high? 
Where  the  golded  harps  forever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky  ! 
Millions  there  of  ilaming  seraphs 

Ely  across  the  heavenly  plain  ; 
There  they  sing  immortal  praises — 

Glory  !   glory  !   is  their  strain  ; 
,  But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  heav'nly  arches  ring, 
And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 
>  See  the  heav'nly  host  in  rapture 

Gaze  upon  this  shining  band, 
Wond'ring  at  their  costly  garment, 

And  their  laurels  in  their  hands  ; 
There,  upon  the  golden  pavement, 

See  the  ransom'd  march  along, 
WThile  the  splendid  courts  of  glory 

Sweetly  echo  to  their  song. 

'  O  their  crowns!   how  bright  they  sparkle, 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore; 
They  have  gone  to  heavenly  pastures — 

Jesus  is  their  Shepherd  there. 
Hail,  ye  happy,  happy  spirits  ! 

Welcome  to  the  blissful  plain; 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation  ! — 

Reign,  sweet  Shepherd  !  ever  reign  ! 

M\)  Metre   16.  Mendon 

1    V7  A  IN",  delusive  world,  adieu  ! 
V     With  all  thy  creature  good, 


306  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride, 
Only  Jesus  will  i  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died  ! 
Only  Jesus  will  1  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

3  Here  will  1  set  up  my  rest ; 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 

His.wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide, 
Only  Jesus  will  1  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  : 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  307 

Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied ! 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

jQ  g  Metre  25.      Redeeming  Grace. 

(lOME,  all  who  love  my  Lord  and  Master, 
j  And  like  old  David'l  will  tell, 
Though  chief  of  sinners.  I've  found  favor, 

By  grace  redeemed  from  death  and  hell ; 
Far  as  the  east  from  west  is  parted, 

So  far  my  sins  by  dying  love 
From  me  by  faith  are  separated, 

Blest  antepast  of  joys  above. 
I  1  late  estranged  from  Jesus  wandered, 

And  thought  each  dangerous  poison  good  ; 
But  he  in  mercy  long  pursued  me, 

With  cries  of  his  redeeming  blood  ; 
Though  like  Bartimeus  1  was  blinded 

In  nature's  darkest  night  coneeal'd, 
But  Jesus'  love  removed  my  blindness, 

And  he  his  pard'ning  grace  reveal'd. 
Now  I  will  serve  Him  while  He  spares  me, 

And  with  His  people  sing  aloud ; 
Though  hell  oppose,  and  sinners  mock  me, 

In  rapt'rous  songs  I'll  praise  my  God  ; 
By  faith  1  view  the  heavenly  concert, 

They  sing  high  strains  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
Oh  !  with  desire  my  soul  is  longing, 

And  fain  would  be  with  Christ  above. 


I 


308  VARIOUS   SUBJECTS. 

4  That  blessed  day  is  fast  approaching, 

When  Christ  in  glorious  clouds  will  come 
With  sounding  trumps  and  shouts  of  angels 

To  call  each- faithful  spirit  home; 
There's  Abra'm  Isaac,  holy  prophets, 

And  all  the  saints  at  God's  right  hand; 
There  hosts  of  angels  join  in  concert — 

Shout  as  they  reach  the  promised  land, 

ÖÖO  Metre  4.  Disci-pie, 

1  1  ESUS,  T  my  cross  have  taken, 
iJ  All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence  my  all  shall  be; 
Perish,  ev'ry  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped  or  known, 
Yet,  how  rich  is  rny  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Savior  too  : 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not  like  them  untrue  ; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me — 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure. 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain; 

In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 
With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain  ; 

I  have  call'd  thee  Abba,  Father, 
I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee  ; 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather- 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  309 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast, 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  give  me  sweeter  rest ; 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me  ; 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation — 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear; 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee — 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee, 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 
Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer — 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there  ; 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight  and  prayer  to  praise. 

)UzJ  C.  M.  Rockingham. 

FATHER  how  wide  thy  glories  shine ! 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  throngh  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousands  through  the  skies  : 
Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power  ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill  : 
And  on  the  wings  of  everv  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  till. 


310  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands, 

On  ail  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  show  the  labor  of  thy  bands, 

Or  impress  of  thy  feet  ; 
But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms  : 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
.  The  justice  or  the  grace  ; 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

4  O  may  1  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost — 

Eternal  glory  be. 

Ö4rl/  Metre  53.    Heavenly  Treasure, 

1    jj  ELIGION  !  'tis  a  glorious  treasure, 
\\:  The  purchase  of  a  Savior's  blood, 
It  fills  the  soul  with  consolation, 

It  lifts  the  thoughts  to  things  above. 
It  calms  our  fears,  it  soothes  our  sorrows, 

It  smoothes  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea 
'Tis  mix'd  with  goodness,  meek  humble  patieiK 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  311 

While  journeying  here  through  tribulation, 

In  Christian  love  we'll  march  along; 
And  while  strife  severs  the  ambitious — 

In  Jesus  Christ  we'll  all  be  one  : 
Religion  pure  unites  together 

In  bonds  of  love  and  makes  us  free  : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 
How  fleeting — vain — how  transitory, 

This  world  with  all  its  pomp  and  show  ; 
Its  vain  delights,  and  short-lived  pleasure — 

I'll  gladly  leave  them  all  below. 
Eut  love  and  grace  shall  be  my  story, 

While  1  in  Christ  such  beauties  see; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 
This  earthly  house  must  be  dissolved, 

And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er ; 
All  earthly  care,  and  earthly  sorrow 

Shall  pain  my  eyes  and  heart  no  more ; 
Religion  pure  will  stand  forever, 

And  my  glad  heart  shall  strengthen'd  be, 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be, 

Ol±  I  CM.  St.  Stephens. 

1  iTTHEN  langour  and  disease  invade 
V  V     This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

5T  is  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward  and  attend 
The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 


_ 


312  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name, 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ;  . 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood, 
My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

5  Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand, 

Which  saves  from  second  death  ; 
Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 
His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

d4/6  C.  M.  Youthful  Piety. 

1  pOMEj  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth, 
\J  And  think  that  we  must  die ; 
What  are  our  best  delights  on  earth, 

Compared  with  those  on  high ! 

2  Our  pleasures  here  will  soon  be  past — 

Our  brightest  joys  decay  ; 
But  pleasures  there  forever  last, 
And  cannot  fade  away 

3  Here  sins  and  sorrows  we  deplore, 

With  many  cares  distress'd 
But  there  the  mourners  weep  no  more, 
And  there  the  weary  rest. 

4  Our  dearest  friends,  when  death  shall  call 

At  once  must  hence  depart  j 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  313 

But  there  we  hope  to  meet  them-all, 

And  never,  never  part. 
Then  let  us  love  and  serve  the  Lord, 

With  all  our  youthful  pow'rs  ; 
And  we  shall  gain  this  great  reward, 

This  glory  shall  be  ours. 


S43 


Metre  12.       Solemn  Summons. 

HOW  solemn  the  signal  1  hear  ! 
The  summons  that  calls  me  away, 
I  In  regions  unknown  to  appear 

How  shall  I  the  summons  obey  ? 
What  scenes  in  that  world  shall  arise, 
When  life's  latest  sigh  shall  be  lied, 
And  daikness  has  seaFd  up  mine  eyes, 
And  deep  in  the  dust  I  am  laid. 

No  longer  the  world  can  I  view, 

The  scenes  which  so  long  I  have  known  ; 
My  friends,  i  must  bid  you  adieu, 

♦  For  here  1  must  travel  alone  : 
et  here  my  Redeemer  has  trod, 
His  hallowed  footsteps  1  know  ; 
I'll  trust  for  defence  to  his  rod, 
And  lean  on  his  staff  as  1  go. 

Dear  Shepherd  of  Israel,  lead  on, 

My  soul  follows  hard  after  thee  ; 
The  phantoms  of  death  are  all  liown, 

When  Jesus  my  Shepherd  1  see, 
Dear  brethren  and  sisters,  1  go 

To  wait  your  arrival  above  ; 
Be  faithful,  and  soon  you  shall  know 

The  triumphs  and  joys  of  his  love. 


314  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

$44  CM.  Rochester. 

1  TTTHAT  poor  despised  company 

VV     Of  travelers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

2  Why,  they  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King  : 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  loud  for  joy  they  sing. 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despis'd  I 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen, 
The  world  is  not  appriz'd. 

4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distress'd, 

And  lacking  daily  bread  ! 
Ah!  they're  of  wealth  divine  possess'd, 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

5  Why  do  they  keep  that  narrow  road,  £» 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 
Because,  that  way  their  Leader  trod, 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path, 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
Because  it  is  the  road  of  death, 
The  open  way  to  hell. 

7  What !  is  there  then  no  other  road, 

To  Canaan's  happy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
No  other  can  be  found. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS,  315 

tt£)  CM.  Resignation, 

1  "YT-E  weary,  heavy  laden  souls, 

X     Who  are  oppressed  sore, 
Ye  trav'lers  through  the  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  : 
Through  chilling  winds,  and  beating  rain, 

The  waters  deep  and  cold, 
And  enemies  surrounding  you, 

Take  courage,  and  be  bold. 

2  Though  storms  and  hurricanes  arise 

The  desert  all  around, 
And  fiery  serpents  oft  appear 

Through  the  enchanted  ground, 
Dark  nights,  and  clouds,  and  gloomy  fear, 

And  dragons  often  roar  ; 
But  while  the  gospel  trump  we  hear, 

We'll  press  for  Canaan's  shore. 

3  We're  often  like  the  lonesome  dove, 

Who  mourns  her  absent  mate  ; 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  vale  to  vale, 
»     Her  sorrows  to  relate  ; 
^But  Canaan's  land  is  just  before, 
Sweet  spring  is  coming  on, 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains, 
And  winter  will  be  gone. 

4  Sometimes  like  mountains  to  the  sky, 

Black  Jordan's  billows  roar, 
Which  often  makes  the  pilgrims  fear, 

They  never  will  get  o'er  : 
But  let  us  gain  Mount  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  vernal  plain, 
To  fright  our  souls  may  Jordan  roar, 

And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 


316  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

5  Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 

The  borders  of  that  land  ; 
The  trees  of  life,  with  heav'nly  fruit, 

In  beauteous  order  stand  : 
The  wint'ry  time  is  past  and  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  now  appear,  Le 

The  fiftieth  year  hath  now  rolled  round, 

The  great  Sabbatic  year. 

6  O,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 

To  my  believing  eyes  ; 
Methinks  I  see  Jerusalem, 

A  city  in  the  skies  ;  Fo 

Bright  angels  whisp'ring  me  away,  l0 

"  O  come,  my  brother,  come/' 
And  I  am  willing  to  be  gone  jj, 

To  my  eternal  home. 

7  Farewell,  my  brethern  in  the  Lord, 

Who  are  to  Canaan  bound  ; 
And  should  we  never  meet  again 

'Till  the  last  trump  shall  sound, 
1  hope  that  I  shall  meet  you  there, 

On  that  delightful  shore; 
In  oceans  of  eternal  bliss, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

04:0  MetreS.    Mysterious  Lotm\  f| 

1     A   ND  can  it  be  that  1  should  gain 

J\_   An  interest  in  the  Savior's  blood  ? 

Died  he  for  me,  who  caused  his  pain  ? 
For  me,  who  him  to  death  pursued? 

Amazing  love  !  and  can  it  be, 

That  thou,  my  Lord,  shouldst  die  for  me ! 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS,  317 

'Tis  myst'ry  all,  th'  Immortal  dies! 

Who  can  explore  his  strange  design  ! 
In  vain  the  first-born  seraph  tries 

To  sound  the  depths  of  love  divine  ! 
5T  is  mercy  all !  Jet  earth  adore  : 
Let  angel  minds  inquire  no  more. 
He  left  his  Father's  throne  above  ; 

(So  free,  so  infinite  his  grace  !) 
Emptied  himself  of  all  but  love, 

And  bled  for  Adam's  helpless  race  ; 
*T  is  mercy  all,  immense  and  free, 
For,  O  my  God,  it  found  out  me  ! 

Long  my  imprison'd  spirit  lay, 

Fast  bound  in  sin  and  nature's  night : 

Thine  eye  diffused  a  quick'ning  ray  ; 

1  woke  :  The  dungeon  flamed  with  light ! 

My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  was  free, 

I  rose,  went  forth,  and  followed  thee. 

No  condemnation  now  I  dread, 

Jesus,  and  all  in  him  is  mine! 
Alive  in  him,  my  lining  Head, 

And  cloth'd  in  righteousness  divine, 
Bold  I  approach  th'  eternal  throne, 
And  claim  the  crown,  thro'  Christ,  my  own. 


147 


Metre  6.  Chapel, 


1      A   ND  am  1  only  born  to  die  ? 
±\    And  must  1  suddenly  comply 

With  nature's  stern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys  or  hellish  pains, 
To  all  eternity. 


318  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the.  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay  *. 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 
Against  that  fatal  day. 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope  or  worldly  fear. 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  : 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before^ 

Th*  inexorable  throne ! 

4  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ  ; 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But  O  f  when  both  shall  end, 
Where  shall  1  find  my  destined  place? 
Shall  1  my  everlasting  days, 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  ? 

5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  my  own  election  sure  ; 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

6  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray, 

Be  thou  my  Guide,  be  thou  my  Way 

To  glorious  happiness ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart! 
And  whensoever  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace! 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  319 


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S.  M.  Aylesbury \ 

1  A   ND  let  our  bodies  part, 
j\    To  different  climes  repair  ; 
Inseparably  join'd  in  heart, 

The  friends  of  Jesus  are, 

2  Jesus  the  Corner-Stone, 

Did  first  our  hearts  unite  ; 
And  still  he  keeps  our  spirits  one, 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 

3  0  let  us  still  proceed 

In  Jesus  work  below  ; 
And  following  our  triumphant  Head. 
To  farther  conquests  go. 

4  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  his  laborers  lies  ; 
And  lo !  we  see  the  vast  reward 
Which  'waits  us  in  the  skies. 

5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  ascend, 
That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 
Where  all  our  labors  end  ! 

6  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

Our  suffering  and  our  pain  ; 
Who  meet  on  that  etenal  shore, 
Shall  never  part  again. 

7  O  happy,  happy  place, 

Where  saints  and  angels  meet ! 
There  we  shall  see  each  others'  face, 
And  all  our  brethren  greet. 


320  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

8  The  church  of  the  first-born, 

We  shall  with  them  be  blest, 
And  crowned  with  endless  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  rest. 

9  With  joy  we. shall  behold, 

In  yonder  blest  abode, 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  all  the  saints  of  God. 

I      10  Abra?m  and  Isaac,  there, 
And  Jacob  shall  receive 
The  followers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 

11  We  shall  our  time  beneath, 

Live  out  in  cheerful  hope, 
And  fearless  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  gain  the  mountain  top. 

12  To  gather  home  his  own 

God  shall  his  angels  send, 
And  bid  our  bliss  on  earth   begun, 
In  deathless  triumphs  end. 

fj4-7  L.  M.  Abingdon* 

HE  word'ring  world  inquires  to  know 


iri 


Why  1  should  love  my  Jesus  so  : 
"  What  are  his  charms,"  say  they,  «  above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  ? 
2  Yes,  my  Beloved,  to  my  sight, 

Shows  a  sweet  mixture,  red  and  white  ,• 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine, 
In  my  Beloved  meet  and  shine. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  321 

White  is  his  soul,  from  blemish  free  ; 
Keel  with  the  blood  he  shed  for  me  : 
The  fairest  often  thousand  fairs  ; 
A  sun  among  ten  thousand  stars. 

His  head  the  finest  gold  excels  ; 
There  wisdom  in  perfection  dwells; 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Those  temples  once  beset  with  thorns. 

Compassions  in  his  heart  are  found, 
Near  to  the  signals  of  his  wound  : 
His  sacred  side  no  more  shall  bear 
The  cruel  scourge,  the  piercing  spear. 

His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  diamonds  set  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Those  heavenly  hands,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 

7  Though  once  he  bowed  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  sins  and  agonies, 

Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command, 
His  legs,  like  marble  pillars  stand. 

8  His  eyes  are  majesty  and  love. 
The  eaijle  temper'd  with  the  dove  ; 
No  more  shall  trickling  sorrow7  roll 
Through  those  dear  windows  of  his  soul. 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints, 
Now  smiles  and  cheers  his  fainting  saints  ; 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Must  be  beloved  and  yet  adored  ! 

11 


322  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too ! 

d£)U  C.  M.  St.  Martin's. 

1  T1EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
£)  Amidst  his  Father's  throne  : 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
?iAnd  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 

Into  thy  secret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  shall  take  that  book, 
And  open  every  seal. 

5  He  shall  fulfill  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deserves  it  well  ; 
Lo  !  in  his  hand,  the  sovereign  keys 
Of  heav'n,  and  death,  and  hell ! 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  323 

Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 
8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  thy  power  ; 

Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promised  hour. 

VÜJL  L.  M.  Wells. 

1    |    1FE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
J  j  The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward, 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ! 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  memory  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground* 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 


324  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign,  in  eternal  silence,  there. 

ÖO&  Metre  9.  Lenox. 

1  T)LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  biow, 
Jf)   The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 

Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  cf  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell  ; 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love; 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  325 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  sav'd  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Savior's  face, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


B 


L,  M.  Portugal. 

1  V? AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone, 

|H    Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Savior  see; 
1  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

I  The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 
In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  sweet  murmurs  by  their  side 
Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

I  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  fa^e, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace: 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine. 

Bless'd  Jesus  !  what  delicious  fare, 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love 


326  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

6  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen  or  angels  known. 

ÖÖ4  L.  M.  Windham. 

1  \[OW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  ? 
W    Remember  your  Creator,  God  ; 
Behold  the  months  come  hast'ning  on, 
When  you  shall  say,— "  My  joys  are  gone." 

2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Ascends  to  God  ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 

r    And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

OOO  L.  M.  Old  Hundred. 

H  T?IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
JP    And  I  presumed  't  would  ne'er  be  night ; 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
"  Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long ; 


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Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

«  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

Deep  in  the  dust  can  1  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,"  I  said, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  ;'* 
Thy  words  rebuked  the  pains  1  felt. 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praises  now  ; 

I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  thro'  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  sickness  heal'd,  and  sins  forgiven. 


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CM.  Divinity, 

ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
Each  with  a  different  tongue  ! 
In  every  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 


2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  : 
Forever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand  j 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 


328  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

OÖ  I  S-  M.  St.  Thomas. 

1  nPHE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
X    Let  all  the  nations  fear  : 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 


Jesus  the  Savior  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 

Swift  to  fulfill  his  word. 

In  Zion  stands  his  throne, 

His  honors  are  divine  : 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  know 

For  there  his  glories  shine. 

How  holy  is  his  name ! 

How  terrible  his  praise  ! 
Justice  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 

In  all  his  works  of  grace. 


Metre  4.  Charleston. 

1  TTAPPY"  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
Lit  All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 

Go,  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus,  go! 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Savior  stands  above, 
Shows  the  glory  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 


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To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 
4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  : 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory — 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 


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CM.  Dublin. 

1  T"\THEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

VV    O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  1  appear  ! 

2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought. 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

3  When  thou,  Ü  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed,; 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgement  on  my  soul, 
Oh  how  shall  1  appear. 

4  But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind, 

Who  does  her  sins  lament, 

The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 

5  Then  see  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Savior's  dying  groans, 
To  give  these  sorrows  weight. 

6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 


330  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

Who  knows  thine  only  Son  has  died, 
To  make  her  pardon  sure. 

<JV)U  tl  M.  Solemnity. 

1  TN  glory  bright  the  Savior  reigns, 

J    And  endles  grandeur  there  sustains ; 
We  view  his  beams,  and  from  afar 
Hail  him  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star. 

2  Blest  Star!  where'er  his  lustre  shines, 
He  all  the  soul  with  grace  refines ; 
And  makes  each  harlpy  saint  declare, 
He  is  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star. 

3  Sweet  Star  !  his  influence  is  divine  ; 
Life,  peace,  and  joy,  attending  shine  ; 
Death,  hell,  and  sin,  before  him  flee; 
The  bright,  the  Morning-Star  is  he. 

4  Great  Star !  in  whom  salvation  dwells, 
His  beam  the  thickest  cloud  dispels ; 
The  grossest  darkness  flies  afar, 
Before  this  bright,  this  Morning-Star. 

5  Eternal  Star  !  our  songs  shall  rise, 
When  we  shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies  ; 
And,  in  eternal  anthems,  there 

Praise  thee,  the  bright,  the  Morning-Star, 

00 1  C-M-  Mear. 

1  TV/TY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
IVI    Awake,  my  sluggish  soul  ? 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 


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The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain 

Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive : 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, 

How  negligent  we  live  ? 

We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

We,  for  whom  God  the  Son,  came  down, 

And  laborM  for  our  good  ; 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 

He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 

And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise  ; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 

We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


362 


S.  M.  St.  Thomas. 

1  ^iHALL,  Wisdom  cry  aloud, 

O  And  not  her  speech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  Word, 
Deserves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  "  I  was  his  chief  delight, 

His  everlasting  Son, 
Before  the  first  of  all  his  works, 
Creation,  was  begun. 


332  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

3  «  Before  the  flying  clouds, 

Before  the  solid  land, 
Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
1  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  w  When  he  adorn'd  the  skies, 

And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
To  order  when  the  sun  should  rise, 
And  marshal  every  star. 

5  «  When  he  pour'd  out  the  sea. 

And  spread  the  flowing  deep; 
I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree. 
In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanced  well : 

With  joy  I  saw  the  mansion,  where 

The  sons  of  men  should  dwell. 

7  "  My  busy  thoughts  at  first 

On  their  salvation  ran, 
Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dust 
Was  fashion'd  into  man. 

8  "Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

Ye  children,  and  be  wise  ; 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways  ; 
The  man  that  shuns  them  dies." 


ÖOU  Metre  5.  Cookham. 

1    VTTHEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 

\  V      God  descend  in  Majesty 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 


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2  When  in  ecstaey  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  stransporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God  in  tiesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Fuil  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me. 
Lovely,  mournful,  Calvary. 

Öv}4t  CM.  Buckingham. 

1  A   WAKE  my  soul  to  sound  his  praise, 
]\_  Awake,  my  harp,  to  sing; 

Join,  all  my  powers,  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incence  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round, 
Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  resound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  starry  frame  ; 
Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  name. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice,1 
And  taste  Redeeming  love 


334  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

OVO  C.  M.  Liberty  Hall. 

1  ~jT\EAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

I  /  On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief; 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And'shall  1  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  1  complain  ? 

4  No — still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  pray'r  ; 
Oh  may  I  ever  find  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there ! 

15  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

dUU  Metre  26.  Trinity. 

1  f\  LORY  to  God  on  high  ! 

VJT  Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

«  Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
Angels,  his  love- adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore; 
Saints,  sing  for  evermore, 
«  Worthy  the  Lamb." 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  335 

2  Ye,  who  surround  the  throne, 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  : 
Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  through  the  earth  abroad, 

«  Worthy  the  Lamb.55 

3  Join  all  the  ransom'd  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  : 

Praise  ye  his  name. 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  I53 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  will  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  : 
Still  we  will  tribute  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King  ; 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

«  Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

Vvl  CM.  Dublin. 

VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear; 
Repent ! — thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
Death  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far — 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 
Thy  sins— how  high  they  mount  ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dread  account? 


336  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

3  Death  enters — and  there  's  no  defence — 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell  : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  : 
But,  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there — 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  gospel  calls  :—  to-day, 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  ; 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

<0UO  C.  M.  Peterborough. 

1  T)LESS'D  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place, 

I)  Where  sinners  love  to  meet; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  wTays, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat : 

2  But  in  the  statues  of  the  Lord, 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight ; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 
• 

3  (He  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state.) 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  professions  shine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  337 

Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust; 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 

Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 

Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand 

Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

ÖOy*  L.  M,  Portugal. 

OW  lovely,  how  divinely  sweet. 


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Lord,  th^  sacred  courts  appear! 
Fain  would  my  longing  passions  meet 
The  glories  of  thy  presence  there. 

O,  blest  the  men,  blest  their  employ, 
Whom  thy  indulgent  favors  raise 
To  dwell  in  those  abodes  of  joy, 
And  sing  thy  never-ceasing  praise. 

Happy  the  men  whom  strength  divine 
With  ardent  love  and  zeal  inspires; 
Whose  steps  to  thy  blest  way  incline, 
With  willing  hearts  and  warm  desires. 

One  day  within  thy  sacred  gate 
Affords  more  real  joy  to  me, 
Than  thousands  in  the  tents  of  state; 
The  meanest  place  is  bliss  with  thee. 


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3S8  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

5  God  is  a  sun — our  brightest  day 
From  his  reviving  presence  flows  ; 
God  is  a  shield,  through  all  the  way, 
To  guard  us  from  surrounding  foes. 

6  He  pours  his  kindest  blessings  down, 
Profusely  down  on  souls  sincere; 

And  grace  shall  guide,  and  glory  crown, 
The  happy  favorites  of  his  care. 

7  O  Lord  of  hosts,  thou  God  of  grace, 
How  blest,  divinely  blest  is  he 

Who  trusts  thy  love,  and  seeks  thy  face, 
And  fixes  all  his  hopes  on  thee. 

Ö  i\J  Metre  5.  Frankfort, 

^OME,  my  soul !  thy  suit  prepare, 


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Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray; 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

With  my  burden  1  begin  ; 
Lord  !  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

Lord !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There,  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

While  1  am  a  pilgrim  here, 

Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

Be  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend  ; 

Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


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j  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do,    / 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 


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1  T  ORD,  1  approach  thy  mercy-seat, 
J.J  Where  thou  dost  answer  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  thy  feet, 

For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea ; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  1. 

3  Bow'd  down  heneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  press'd, 
By  war  without  and  fear  within, 
1  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  Shield  and  Hiding-place  ; 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
1  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him — thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh  wondrous  love  ! — To  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 


Metre  4.  Disciple. 

I   QWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
O  Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 


3  JO  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend  ; 

Here  I'll  sit  forever  viewing, 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  : 

Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God.* 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye  : 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  : 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven, 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  feris  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death. 
May  J  still  enjoy  this  feelkig, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  deeply  know. 

£J  I  t)  Metre  24.  Gospel  Trumpet* 

1  TT  ARK  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ! 
JLj[    Thro'  all  the  earth  the  echo  bounds  ; 
And  Jesus  by  Redeeming  blood, 

Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word, 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail!  all-victorious,  conq'ring  Lord! 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd, 


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Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 
And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 

Fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  soul-,  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  vict'ry  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kiugdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  or  glory  ever  wear 
In  endless  day. 

There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
With  saints  and  angels  all  combine, 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above 
In  endless  day. 


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C.   M.  Rockingham, 

i  \  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
\ J  'Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 

To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 

Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 


34.2  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS, 


4  Am  1  a  stranger,  or  at  home,  1 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast ;  ) 

Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb. 

So  much  allures  my  taste. 


5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well  refined, 

Or  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, — 
And  there  1  write  thy  praise. 

Ölt)  Metre  5.  Sovereign  Grace* 

1  rpO  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large, 

jL    Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge; 
And  my  couch  with  tenderest  care, 
Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint,  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams,  that  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  1  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread  ; 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard — and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS,  343 

1  I  \)  Metre  5.         Divine  Inquiry 

SEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
Enter  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  prayer. 

God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies ; 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  « 1  know  you  not." 

Mournfully  will  they  exclaim, 
«  Lord,  we  have  profess'd  thy  name  ; 
We  have  ate  with  thee,  and  heard, 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word." 

Vain,  alas  !  will  be  there  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity  ; 
Sad  their  everlasting  lot- 
Christ  will  say,  "  i  know  you  not." 

J  J    |  L.  M.  Portugal. 

BLESS'D  Redeemer,  how  divine — 
Jlow.righteous  is  this  rule  of  thine, 

««  Never  to  deal  with  others  worse 

Than  we  would  have  them  deal  with  us. 
I  This  golden  lesson,  short  and  plain, 

Gives  not  the  mind  nor  mem'ry  pain  ; 

And  every  conscience  must  approve 

This  universal  law  of  love. 
3  5T  is  written  in  each  mortal  breast, 

Where  all  our  tend'rest  wishes  rest ; 


344  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

We  draw  it  from  our  inmost  veins, 
Where  love  to  self  resides  and  reigns, 

4  Is  reason  ever  at  a  loss  ? 
Call  in  self-love  to  judge  the  cause; 
Let  our  own  fondest  passion  show 
How  we  should  treat  our  neighbor  too. 

5  How  bless'd  would  every  nation  prove, 
Thus  ruled  by  equity  and  love! 

All  would  be  friends  without  a  foe, 
And  form  a  paradise  below. 

ÖIÖ  CM.  Brunswick. 

1  "\7E  mourning  saints  whose  streaming  tear 
J     Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 

Say  not  in  transports  of  despair, 
That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  While  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  rev'rence  view 
A  heavenly  Parent  nigh. 

3  Though  your  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand  ! 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom, 
Touch'd  by  th'  Almighty's  hand, 

4  "  I'll  give  the  mourner,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  In  my  own  house  a  place ; 
No  names  of  daughters  and  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 

5  "  Transient  and  vain  is  every  hope 

A  rising  race  can  give  j 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 


345 


In  endless  honor  and  delight, 
I      My  children  all  shall  live." 

We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 
Through  which  thy  face  we  see, 

And  bless  those  wounds,  which  thro'our  hearts 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee. 

Me/  Metre  41.      Evmi?ig  Thought. 

1  T?RE  1  sleep,  for  every  favor. 

P4  This  day  shown 

By  my  God, 
1  do  bless  my  Savior. 

2  Leave  me  not  but  ever  love  me; 

Let  thy  peace 
Be  my  bliss, 
Till  thou  hence  remove  me. 

3  Thou  my  Rock,  my  Guard,  my  Tower, 

Safely  keep 
While  I  sleep, 
Me,  with  all  thy  power. 

4  And  when  e^er  in  death  1  slumber, 

Let  me  rise 
With  the  wise, 
Counted  in  their  number. 


] 


ÖÖ  öl  M.  B.ih 

1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
j    Tin  a  wed  by  shame  or  fear 
Till  a  new  object  struct  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 


346  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood  : 
He  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  O  !  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

Lt  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

«  1  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  darkest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


381 


C.  M,  Augusta. 

1  \  It  AJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
J VI    Upon  the  Savior's  brow  ; 

His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS,  347 

]  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 
And  flew  to  ray  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross. 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

I  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

)  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 
He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

>  Since  from  his  bounty  1  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  1  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 

'JO/O  L.  M.  Gravity. 

n  HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord; 
1    In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess; 

But  that  blest  voiume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Around  the  earth,  and  never  stand ; 

So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 


348  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise; 

0,  bless  the  world  with  heavenly  light; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise  ; 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view,         / 

In  souls  renew'd  and  sins  forgiven  ; 
Lord  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

Metre  5.  Divine  Inquiry \ 

ARY  to  the  Savior's  tomb, 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  ihe  Lord  she  lov'd  had  gone: 
For  a  while  she  ling'ring  stood, 

Fill M  with  sorrow  and  surprise  ; 
Trembling  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2   But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled, 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice  ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead  ; 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice  ; 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ; 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  349 

Ip4t      *  Metre   14.  Brandenburg, 

1  /  \  O  when  the  morning  shineth, 
IT  Go  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night  ; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And  in  thy  closet  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  lov'd  by  thee; 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  th^re  be  ; 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing;  humbly  claim, 
And  blend  with  fach  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or  if  1  is  e'er  denied  thee 

In  sohtude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends   are  round  thy  way, 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 

Thy  spirit  raised  above, 
Will  reach  "his  throne  of  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

4  0,  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  wre  compare — 
The  grace  our  Father  gave  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer  : 
Whene'er  thou  pin'st  in  sadness, 

Before  his  footstool  fall ; 


350  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS, 

Remember  in  thy  gladness, 
His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 

dOf)  L.   M.  Gravity. 

1  1    O !  round  the  throne  at  God's  right  hand, 
JLj  The  saints,  in  countless  myriads  stand, 
Of  every  tongue  redeemed  to  God, 
Arrayed  in  garments  wash'd  in  blood. 

2  Through  tribulation  great  they  came  : 
They  bore  the  cross,  despised  the  shame: 
From  all  their  labors,  now  they  rest, 

In  God's  eternal  glory  blest. 

3  Hunger  and  thirst  they  feel  no  more ; 
Nor  sin,  nor  pain,  nor  death  deplore  : 
The  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye, 
And  sorrow  yields  to  endless  joy. 

4  They  see  their  Savior  face  to  face, 
And  sing  the  triumphs  of  his  grace  : 
Him  day  and  night  they  ceaseless  praise  ; 
To  him  their  loud  hosannas  raise. 

5  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign  ; 
Thou  hast  redeemed  us  by  thy  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God. 

dOU  C.  M.         Dublin— Walsal. 

1   TT  AVE  mercy,  gracious  Lord,  forgive, 
|JL  Are  not  thy  mercies  free  ? 
May  not  a  dying  sinner  live, 
Who  truly  turrfs  to  thee  ? 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  351 

My  sins  are  great,  1  must  confess, 

Far  more  than  I  can  know  ; 
But  O,  thy  love  and  pard'ning  grace ! 

Are  great  and  boundless  too. 

O.  cleanse  me  from  my  sin  and  guilt, 
And  make  my  conscience  clean  : 

My  heart  with  godly  sorrow  melt, 
To  mourn  for  ev'ry  sin. 

4  Great  God,  I  must  confess  with  shame, 

1  can't  deny,  but  own, 
Corrupted,  vile,  and  base  1  am, 
As  I  to  thee  am  known. 

5  Yet  save  my  soul  from  deep  despair, 

According  to  thy  word  ; 
To  thee,  I  make  my  feeble  prayer : 
To  thee,  my  gracious  Lord. 


Metre  5.  Bozrah. 

1  TTTHO  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 

V  V     Clad  in  garments  dipp'd  in  blood  ? 
Strong  triumphant  traveler, 

Is  he  man  or  is  he  God  ? 
I  that  speak  in  righteousness, 

Son  of  God  and  Man  1  am, 
Mighty  to  redeem  your  race, 

Jesus  is  your  Savior's  name. 

2  Wherefore  are  thy  garments  red, 

Dy'd  as  in  a  crimson  sea  ? 
They  that  in  the  wine-vat  tread, 
Are  not  stain'd  so  much  as  thee. 


352  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

"I  the  Father's  favorite  Son, 

Have  the  dreadful  wine-press  trod 

Borne  the  vengeful  wrath  alone, 
All  the  fiercest  wrath  of  God.5' 

3  Kind  thou  art,  and  full  of  love. 

Savior  God,  to  suffer  thus  ; 
Rich  the  grace  thy  people  prove — 

Thou  hast  shed  thy  blood  for  us. 
May  thy  love's  constraining  power 

Tune  our  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing — 
May  we  in  this  favor'd  hour 

To  the  cross  our  trophies  bring. 

ÖOO  Metre  9.  Car  mar  than. 

1  \I7ELC0ME— delightful  morn 

YV     Thou  day  of  sacred  rest  ! 
1  hail  thy  kind  return  ; — 

Lord  !   make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys, 

2  Now  may  the  king  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  : 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord  !  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  : 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quick'ning  w7ord, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove  ! 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Savior's  Iovp, 

And  bless  the  Sacred  hours  ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  bestowed  in  vain. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  353 

OOU  L-JVr.  Uxbridge. 

1  TT^ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
JP    From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 

'Tis  found  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  :he  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend: 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  dowTn  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

Öt/XJ  Metre   13.  Amsterdam* 

1  QINNER,  hear  the  Savior's  call, 
O   He  now  is  passing  by  ; 

He  has  seen  thy  grievous  thrall, 
And  heard  thy  mournful  cry  ; 

He  has  pardons  to  impart, 

Grace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fears, 

See  the  love  that  fills  his  heart, 
And  wipes  away  thy  tears. 

2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come, 

And  tell  him  all  thy  case  ? 
12 


354  VARIOUS    SUBJECTS. 

He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 
Nor  frown  thee  from  his  face  ; 

Wilt  thou  fear  Immanuel  ? 

Wilt  thou  dread  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Who,  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 
Has  shed  his  precious  blood  / 

3  Think  how  on  the  cross  he  hung 

Pierc'd  with  a  thousand  wounds  ! 
Hark,  from  each,  as  with  a  tongue, 

The  voice  of  pardon  sounds  ! 
See  from  all  his  bursting  veins, 

Blood  of  wondrous  virtue  flow! 
Sheds  to  wash  away  thy  stains, 

And  ransom  thee  from  woe. 

4  Though  his  majesty  be  great. 

His  mercy  is  no  less ; 
Though  he  thy  transgressions  hate, 

He  feels  for  thy  distress  : 
By  himself  the  Lord  has  sworn, 

He  delights  not  in  thy  death  ; 
But  invites  thee  to  return, 

That  thou  mayest  live  by  faith, 

5  Raise  thy  downcast  eyes,  and  see 

What  throngs  his  throne  surround  ! 
These  though  sinners  once  like  thee, 

Have  full  salvation  found, 
Yield  not  then  to  unbelief, 

While  he  says,  "  There  yet  is  room  ;5 
Though  of  sinners  thou  art  chief, 
Since  Jesus  calls  thee,  come. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  355 

OOl  S- M-  Watchman. 

1  "QLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

|j   Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  : 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet, 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  tile  heavenly  hills, 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

Öö/£  Metre  4.  Disciple. 

1GHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 
May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name? 
Lord  of  men  as  well  as  angels 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme  : 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 

For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, — 
Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought, 


356  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

For  the  worders  of  creation, — 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought,— 
For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrowT, — 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

3  For  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, — 

Bright,  though  vail'd  in  darkness  long, — 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  ; 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song  ? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue  such  guilty  silence ; 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die  ? — 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 
Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ; — 

Flow,  my  praise,  forever  flow  : 
Re-ascend,  immortal  Savior ; 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne  ; 
Thence  return  and  reign  forever  ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thy  own. 

OoÖ  Metre  5.  Bozrah. 

1  XlTJrllLE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
VV     Hasted  through  the  former  year,    - 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait ; 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 


various  subjects.  357 

2  Spared  to  see  another  year, 

Let  thy  bessing  meet  us  here ; 
Come,  thy  dying  work  revive, 

Bid  thy  drooping  garden  thrive  ; 
Sun  of  righteousness,  arise  ! 

Warm  our  hearts,  and  bless  our  eyes  : 
Let  our  prayer  thy  pity  move ; 

Make  this  year  a  time  of  love, 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  hencefoth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Eless  thy  word  to  old  and  young, 

Fill  us  with  a  Savior's  love, 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

394  CM.  Balerma. 

1  QHJEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve, 
1}  In  this  our  evil  day  ; 

To  all  thy  tempted  foll'wers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last* 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear  ; 
O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer  ! 

3  The  spirit  of  redeeming  grace, 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ;' 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  namev. 


358  VARIOUS  STJBJE.CTS. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 
Till  thou  thyself  bestow  ; 

Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 
"  I  will  not  let  thee  go." 

5  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top, 
Behold  thy  open  face  ; 

Where  faith  m  sight  is  swallowed  up, 
And  prayer  in  endless  praise. 


395 


CM.  Arlington. 

1  "rv  AÜGÖTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 

\J  Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake —  awake  !^ — put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls — thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  south — "Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  North I" 

4  They  come!  they  come! — thine  exile  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  world  at  last  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  359 

e/e/U  L.  M.  Abingdon. 

1  A   NOTHER  day  has  passed  along 
J\_  And  we  are  nearer  to  the  tomb, — 
Nearer  to  join  the  heavenly  song, 

Or  hear  the  last  eternal  doom. 

2  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath-eve 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  ling'ring  there  ; 
For  these  blest  hours,  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

3  The  time  how  lovely  and  how  still  ; 
Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below, — 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, — 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

4  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love, — 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

5  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long, 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod  ; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceasless  song, — 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God.  v 

VO  /  L.  M.  Gravity. 

1  f\  HAPPY  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
\  I  On  thee,  my  Savior  and  my  God  : 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abrod. 

2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows, 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ; 


360  various  Subjects. 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done— -the  great  transaction's  done  ; 
1  am  my  Lord's  and  he  is  mine  ; 

He  drew  me  and  1  followed  on, 
Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest  my  long  divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre  rest ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  call'd  on  angels'  bread  to  feast  i 


3 


S.  M.  Aylesbury* 


'0 


Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean-depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

The  world  can  never  give, 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath; 

Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death! 

Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  361 

t 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


399 


Metre  9.  Lenox* 

1  T7ES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 

X    The  Savior  left  the  dead ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head : 
In  wild  dismay 

The  guards  around 

Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands, 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way, 

From  realms  of  day, 
To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear  : 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say, — 

"  Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead  ;— 
He  rose  to-day." 

L  Ye  mortals!  catch  the  sound, — 
Redeemed  by  him  from  hell  ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell ; 


362  VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 

Transported,  cry, — 

"  Jesus  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead, 
No  more  to  die.'5 
5  All  hai!  !  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood  : 
Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 

Thou  rising  reigning  God  ! 
With  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign, 

And  empires  gain, 
Beyond  the  skies. 


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Metre   14.  Illumination, 


1  npHE  morning  light  is  breaking  ; 

JL    The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears  ; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answers  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS.  363 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

in  gratitude  above  ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Savior's  blessing, — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 


401 


Metre  11.  Hinton. 


3    f\  ZTON  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 

\J  Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man 

can  save  ; 
With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terror  dismayed, 
In  toiling  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  decayed, 

2  Loud  roaring  the  billows  now  nigh  overwhelm, 
Butskillful's  the  Pilot  that  sits  at  the  helm, 

His  wisdom  conducts  thee  ,his  pow'r  thee  defends : 
In  safety  and  quiet  the  warfare  he  ends. 

3  "  O  fearful !  O  faithless  !"  in  mercy  he  cries, 

"  My  promise,  my  truth,  are  they  light  in  thine 

eyes  ? 
Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall  stand; 
Through  tempest  and  tossing  I'll  bring  thee  to  land. 

4  Then  trust  me  and  fear  not ;  thy  life  is  secure; 
My  wisdom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my  pow'r  ; 


\ 


• 


364 


VARIOUS  SUBJECTS. 


In  love  I  correct  thee,  thy  soul  to  refine. 

To  make  thee  at  length  in  my  likeness  to  shine. 

4U/0  C.  M.  Balerma. 

1  |3  Y  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
Xj  How  fair  the  lily  grows  ! 

How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharons  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo  !  such  the  child  wThose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wint'ry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power 
And  stormy  passion's  rage.     , 

5  O  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


CONTENTS 


PUBLIC  Worship From  page  1  to  53 

Nativity  of  Christ 54 63 

New-Year 64 68 

Crucifixion 69 83 

Resurrection 84 86 

The  Word  of  God 87 91 

Faith  and  Repentance 91 93 

Baptism 94—101 

Prayer  and  Supplication 101 — 130* 

Invitation 131 — 150 

Comfort  in  Tribulation 150 — 153 

Infinite  Mercy 154 — 158 

The  Love  of  God 159—164 

Morning  Hymns 165—171 

Evening  Hymns. 172—177 

Frailty  of  Man 178—180 

Funeral 181—194 

Judgment 194—200 

Vanity  of  Earthly  Things 200—202 

Heavenly  joy , 202—215 

Breathing  after  God  and  Holiness.  .216— 244 

Adoration  and  Praise 245 — 252 

Resignation  to  God ,  .253 — 255 

Trusting  in  God 256—261 

Warning  Hymns 261—269 

Penitential 270—272 

Prodigal  Son w 273—275 

Marriage  Hymns 276—277 

Commu  nion 277—287 

Feet- Washing 288— 29T 

Parting  Hymns 291—297^ 

Various  Subjects ; . .  .297—364 


METRICAL    INDEX. 


This  Index  shows  which  hymns  will  be 
Sung  to  the  same  Metre.  The  first  three — 
Long  Common,  and  Short — are  here  omitted. 
These  Metres  correspond  with  the  Metrical 
Index  of  the  Fourth  Edition  of  the  Music  Book 
«entitled  "  Genuine  Chuech  Music,"  or  "Har- 
inoNiA  Sacra." 


METRE  4. 

8's  &  7's. 

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COME  thou  everlasting  Spirit 287 

Come  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 219 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 304 

God  is  love,  his  mercy  brightens 163 

Great  High  Priest,  we  viewT  thee  stooping  82 

Hail  my  ever-blessed  Jesus  ,P 231 

Hail  thou  once  despised  Jesus 72 

Happy  soul  thy  days  are  ended 328 

Hark  what  mean  those  holy  voices 62 

Jesus  I  my  cross  have  taken 308 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee 355 

Prince  of  peace  be  ever  near  us. 52 

Savior  I  do  feel  thy  merit.» 302 

Sinners  take  the  friendly  warning 195 


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metre  5. 

4  lin    s  7's  &  8  I  nes  7's. 

ANGELS  roll  the  rock  away 86- 

Depth  of*  mercy  can  there  be 154 

Hark  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord 19 

Hark  the  herald,  angels  sing 61 

Holy  Jesus,  lovely  Lamb 122 

1  mine  Ebenezer  raise 253 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul -  .113 

Jesus  precious  name  excels 131 

Lord  I  cannot  Jet  thee  go ...112 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now 116 

Mary  to  the  Savior's  tomb 348 

"Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 169 

Seek  my  soul  the  narrow  gate 343 

Sinner  art  thou  still  secure 263 

Sinners  turn  why  will  ye  die 14 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 177 

To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large 342 

Tell  me  Savior  from  above 221 

When  on  Sinai's  top  1  see 332 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  far 351 


METRE  6. 


8,8,6,8,8,6, 
And  am  1  only  born  to  die 317 

My  God  thy  boundless  love  we  praise...  157 

METRE  7. 

8,7,8,7,4,7. 
ANGELS  from  the  realms  of  glory, 63 


368  metrical  index. 

Page. 

Gome  ye  sinners,  come  to  Jesus 38 

Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy 148 

Day  of  Judgment  day  of  wonder 196 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 278 

Lo  he  cometh  countless  trumpets 199 

Lo  he  comes  with  clouds  descending. . . .  198 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 50 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation 303 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 42 

Savior  visit  thy  plantation 300 

See  from  Zion's  Sacred  mountain 213 

METRE  8. 

6  line's  8's. 

AND  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 316 

Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord 294 

Go  watch  and  pray  thou  canst  not  tell. ..  1 15 

Jesus  thy  boundless  love  to  me 110 

My  Savior  thou  thy  love  to  me Ill 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view. .  .254 
Would  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die 152 

METRE  9. 

6,6,656,8,8. 

.RISE  my  soul  arise 259 

How  ye  the  trumpet  blow 324 

'ome  every  pious  heart 140 

'he  Lord  of  earth  and  sky 66 

Welcome  delightful  morn 352 

Yes  the  Redeemer  rose 361 


METRICAL  INDEX.  369 

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Page. 
METRE  10. 

10,10,11,11. 

BEGONE,  unbelief,  my  Savior  is  near...  162 
Come  Lord  from  above  the  mountains. ..  126 
O  all  that  pass  by  to  Jesus  draw  near...  137 
O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain. . .  161 

0  what  shall  I  do  my  Savior  to  praise.  ..250 
Ye  thirsty  for  God  to  Jesus  give  ear 137 

METRE  11. 

4  lines  ll's. 

Come  children  of  Zion  and  help  us  to  sing  29 
Farewell  my  dear  brethren  the  time  is  at292 
How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints  of  the  Lorl55 

1  would  not  live  always  t  ask  not  to  stay212 
O  Zion  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave.. 363 
Thy  mercy  my  God  is  the  theme  of  my..  164 
Why  sleep  ye  my  brethren,  come  let  us.  136 

METRE  12. 

8  lines  8's. 

AWAY  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 211 

How  blest  is  our  brother  bereft 188 

How  solemn  the  signal  I  hear 313 

How  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain 123 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 297 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer. 176 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine.. 234 

When  sinners  awake  and  perceive 100 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 298 

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370  metrical  index. 

Page. 
METRE  13. 

7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. 

Help  thy  servant,  gracious  Lord.  .* 39 

Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings 230 

Sinners  hear  the  Savior's  call 3f)3 

Stop  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think 267 

METRE  14. 

7,6,7,6. 

AH  I  shall  soon  be  dying 256 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth 319 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 362 

METRE  15. 

11,8,11,8. 

O  THOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes216 

METRE  16. 

7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 

GOD  of  my  salvation  hear 251 

Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain 122 

Lamb  of  God  whose  dying  love 286 

Vain  delusive  world  adieu 305 

METRE  17. 

6  line's  7's. 

HEARTS  of  stone  relent  relent 74 

Safely  through  another  week. 40 


metrical  index.  371 

Page. 
METRE  20. 
6,6,9,6.6,9. 
O  HOW  happy  are  they 2C9 

METRE  21. 

12,11,12,11,12,12,12,11. 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that.  163 

METRE  24. 

8,8,8,8,4. 
HARK  how  the  gospel  t^impet  sounds.  .340 

METRE  26. 

6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

GLORY  to  God  on  high 234 

METRE  29. 

8,8,7,8,8,7. 

SEE  the  Lord  of  glory  dying 75 

METRE  32, 

5,5,5,11. 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue. . .   64 

METRE  33. 

11,10,11,10. 
HAIL  the  blest  morn  when  the  great  Me  58 
Restless  thy  spirit  poor  wandering  sinnerl38 

METRE  36. 

11,11,11,11,5,11. 
?MII)  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature.  .228 


372  metrical  index. 

Page. 
METRE  40. 
7,6,7,6,7,6,7,6. 
DROOPING  souls  no  longer  grieve 145 

METRE  41. 

8,3,3,6. 

ERE  1  sleep  for  every  favor 345 

METRE  52. 

9,8,^8,9,8,9,8. 
COME  all  who  love  my  Lord  and  Master307 

METRE  53. 

9,8,9,8,9,8,10,8. 

RELIGION  'tis  a  glorious  treasure 310 

METRE  54. 

11,11,11,5. 
AH  guilt)^  sinner  ruined  by  transgression  268 

METRE  55. 

10,10,10,10. 

AGAJN  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest 167 

METRE  56. 

8,8,8,8,8,8,3. 

HEAR  the  royal  proclamation 147 

METRE  60. 

7,7,7,7,6,6,7,7. 

SEE  the  fountain  opened  wide 1 34 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES 


Page. 
AFFLICTIONS  though  they  seem  severe.. 274 

Again  tue  day  returns  of  holy  rest 167 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave 33 

Ah  guilty  sinner  ruin'd  by  transgression. . .  .268 

Ah  !  shall  soon  be  dying. . .  .>. 256 

Alas  and  did  my  Savior  bleed 70 

All  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name 23 

All  praise  to  him  who  dwells  in  bliss 175 

Almighty  Father  bless  the  word 53 

Almighty  Maker  God 218 

Amazing  sight  the  Savior  stands *.  132 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 27 

Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state 247 

And  am  I  only  born  to  die 317 

And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 316 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love 241 

And  let  our  bodies  part 319 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 187 

And  must  this  body  die 181 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought 196 

And  now  my  soul  another  year 68 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 63 

Angels  roll  the  rock  away 86 

Angels  i,n  shining  order  stand 77 

Another  day  has  passed  along 359 

Approach  my  soul  the  mercy  seat 118 

Arise  my  soul  arise %259 

Arise  my  tend'rest  thoughts  arise 220 

As  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung 73 

As  the  apostles  sat  at  meat 101 


374  index  of  first  lines. 

Page. 
Assist  thy  servant  Lord 35 

Attend  young  friend*  while  I  relate 185 

Awake,  awake,  the  sacred  song 5 

Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays 16 

Awake  my  soul  to  sound  his  praise 333 

Awake  my  heart  arise  my  tongue 24 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 2il 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne. 24 

Begone  unbelief  my  Savior  is  near 162 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 270 

Behold  the  lofty  sky 20 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 322 

Behold  the  Savior  of  mankind 83 

Behold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine  . . .  .273 

Bless'd  are  the  sons  of  peace 255 

Bless'd  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 336 

Bless'd  Redeemer  how  divine 343 

Bless  O  my  soul  the  living  God 17 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 91 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love 296 

Bestow  dear  Lord  upon  our  youth 108 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow... 324 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 261 

By  cool  Siloam's  Shady  rill 304 

COME  all  who  love  my  Lord  and  Master.. 307 

Come  children  learn  to  fear  the  Lord   15 

Come  children  of  Zion  and  help  us  to  sing..  29 

Come  every  pious  heart.. 140 

Come  gracious  Spirit  heavenly  Dove.  »,.... 1 30 

Come  Holy  Spirit  heavenly  Dove 101 

Come  happy  souls  approach  your  God 10 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  souls 146 

Come  humble  sinner  in  whose  breast .......  1 07 

Come  in  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord 95 

Come  Lord  from  above  the  mountains 126 


index  of  first  lines.  375 

Page. 

Come  let  us  all  unite  to  praise •  •  •  •     8 

Come  let  us  now  forget  our  mirth 312 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. 248 

Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue 64 

Come  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 44 

Come  my  sou!  thy  suit  prepare 338 

Come  Ü  thou  traveller  unknown. 271 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad 7 

Come  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints 32 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 219 

Come  thou  everlasting  Spirit.. 287 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord 203 

Come  weary  souls  with  sins  distress'd. 48 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Savior's  natrie 47 

Come  ye  sinners  come  to  Jesus 38 

Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy .148 

Comfort  ye  ministers  of  grace 43 

DAY  of  Judgment  day  of  wonders 196 

Daughter  oi'  Zion  from  the  dust 358 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 304 

Dear  friends  farewell  I  do  you  tell 293 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soui » .  .334 

Death  'tis  a  melancholy  day 186 

Depth  of  mercy  can  there  be 354 

Descend  from  heaven  immortal  Dove 240 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord 50 

Destruction's  dangerous  road 262 

Dread  Sovereign  let  my  evening  song 174 

Drooping  souls  no  longer  grieve 145 

EARTH  hath  engross'd  my  love  too  long... 205 

Ere  I  sleep  for  every  favor 345 

Eternal  power  whose  high  abode 248 

Erernal  Wisdom  thee  we  praise 245 

FAREWELL  my  brethren  in  the  Lord. ...  .294 


376  index  of  fist  lines. 

{  Page. 

Farewell  m\l  dear  brethren  the  time  is  at. .  .292 
Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world  begone. .  .325 

Father  how  wide  thy  glories  shine 309 

Father  I  long  1  laint  to  see 226 

Father  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 103 

Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word 87 

Firm  was  my  health  my  day  was 326 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 31 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 253 

From  thee  my  God  my  joys  shall  rise 207 

GLORY  to  thee  my  God  this  night 172 

Glory  to  God  on  high 334 

Go  watch  and  pray  thou  canst  not  teil 115 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth.. 349 

God  is  love  his  mercy  brightens 163 

God  of  my  life  look  gently  down 240 

God  of  my  life  my  morning  song 171 

God  of  my  salvation  hear 251 

Great  God  indulge  my  humble  claim 109 

Great  God  preserved  by  thine  arm 170 

Great  High  Priest  we  view  thee  stooping. . .  82 

HAIL  my  ever  blessed  Jesus 231 

Hail  thou  xmce  despised  Jesus 72 

Hail  the  blest  morn  when  the  great  Mediator  58 

Hark  from  on  high  those  blissful  strains 60 

Hark  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 182 

Hark  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds 340 

Hark  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord 19 

Hark  the  herald  angels  sing 61 

Hark  the  glad  sound  the  Savior  comes 55 

Hark  the  Redeemer  from  on  high 138 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 278 

Hark  what  mean  those  holy  voices 62 

Happy  soul  thy  days  are  ended 328 

Hasten  O  sinner  to  be  wise 267 


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Have  mercy  Lord  on  me 272 

Have  mercy  gracious  Lord  forgive 350 

He  dies  the"  Friend  of  sinners  dies 69 

Hear  gracious  God  my  humble  moan 230 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation.  1 147 

Hearts  of  stone  relent 74 

Heip  thy  servant  gracious  Lord 39 

High  on  his  everlasting  throne 45 

Holy  Jesus  lovely  Lamb « 122 

Hosanna  to  the  prince  of  light 84 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 22 

How  blest  is  our  brother  bereft 188 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 156 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 9 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints  of  the  Lord. 155 

How  long  O  Lord  shall  I  complain 118 

How  lovely  how  divinely  sweet 337 

How  oft  alas  this  wretched  heart 271 

How  pleasant  how  divinely  fair 225 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts....   88 

How  shall  a  lost  sinner  in  pain 123 

How  shall  we  praise  th'  Eternal  God 6 

How  solemn  the  signal  I  hear 3i3 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 282 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. . . . .  .232 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 297 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that 162 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 201 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 37 

W  glorious  angels  do  rejoice 94 

If  Paul  in  Csear's  court  must  stand 150 

1  mine  Ebenezer  raise 253 

Indulgent  Father  by  who^e  care 175 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight .345 

In  glory  bright  the  Savior  reigns. 330 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer 176 


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I  lift  my  soul  to  God 260 

I'll  b!es$  the  Lord  from  day  to  day 106 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 177 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 255 

Is  this  the  kind  return 264 

I  would  not  live  always  I  as^k  not  to  stay. .  .212 

JESUS  and  shall  it  ever  be 30 

Jesus  at  whose  supreme  command. 285 

Jesus  grant  us  all  a  blessing 53 

Jesus  I  my  cross  have  taken 308 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 283 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul 113 

Jesus  my  Savior".  Brother,  Friend 129 

Jesus  my  Savior  let   me  be 114 

Jesus'  precious  name  excels 131 

Jesus  thy  boundless  love  to  me .110 

Jesus  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend 124 

Jesus  the  spring-  of  joys  divine 129 

Jesus  thy  blessings  are  not  few 37 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home v 210 

LAMB  of  God  for  sinners  slain 122 

Lamb  of  God  whose  dying  love 286 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one 284 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 18 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Savior  say 36 

Let  sinners  take  their  course 89 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 90 

Let  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word 279 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 246 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 323 

Lo  he  cometh  !  countless  trumpets 199 

Lo  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 198 

Lo  round  the  throne  at  God's  right  hand. . .  .350 

Lo  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 215 

Lord  at  thy  temple  we  appear. 28 


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Lord  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults 183 

Lord  I  approach  ihy  mercy-:- eat 339 

Lord  in  the  morning  thou  sliait  hear 168 

Lord  I  cannot  let  thee  go 112 

Lord  I  am  thine  but  thou  wilt  prove 233 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing- 50 

Lord  at  t  hy  sacred  feet , 40 

Lord  howdivine  thy  comforts  are 280 

Lord  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  1  pray 173 

Lord  must  I  die  O  let  me  die 192 

Lord  leach  thy  servants  how  to  pray 125 

Lord  what  a  feeble  piece 180 

'Lord  we  come  before  thee  now 116 

Lord  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man 178 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 346 

Mary  to  the  Savior's  tomb 348 

Mighty  God  while  angels  bless  thee 355 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com.  .228 

My  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love 291 

My  drowsy  powers  why  sleep  ye  so 330 

My  God  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 224 

My  God  thy  boundless  love  we  praise 157 

My  God  consider  my  distress 127 

My  hope,  my  all  my  Savior  thou 31 

My  lovely  Jesus  while  on  earth 169 

My  Savior  and  my  King- 10 

My  Savior  thou  1  hy  love  to  me Ill 

My  Savior  my  Almighty  Friend 221 

My  sou)  be  on  thy  guard 117 

My  soul  with  joy* attend 158 

NOW  gracious  Lord  thine  arm  reveal 65 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood- 326 

Now  is  the  accepted  time 25 

Now  is  the  time,  lh'  accepted  hour 39 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  goue }Q9> 


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O  ALL  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord 327 

Oh  all  that  pass  by  to  Jesus  draw  near 135 

O  could  I  find  some  peaceful  bower 235 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 159 

Often  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night 238 

Oh  for  a  sweet  inspiring-  ray 208 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 104 

Oh  how  happy  are  they 209 

O  happy  day  when  saints  shall  meet 296 

O  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 36 

O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 359 

Oh  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 341 

O  if  my  soul  was  formed  for  woe 92 

O  land'  of  rest  for  thee  1  sigh 227 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 204 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing- 42 

On  Judah's  plains,  as  Shepherds  sat 54 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God 12 

Once  more  my  soul  the  rising-  day 166 

Once  more  before  we  part 51 

Opprest  with  fear  opprest  with  »-rief. 152 

O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store.]  61 

O  thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight ]02 

O  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  de. 21 6 

O  that  T  had  a  bosom  friend 222 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 244 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation '. 303 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  pray  ....  93 

Our  life   is  ever  on  the  wing- 67 

Our  God  our  help  in  ages  past 178 

O  what  amazing-  words  of  grace 141 

O  what  shall  1  do  my   Savior  to  praise... 250 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 360 

O  Zion  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave. ...363 

PRAY'JEt  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 120 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  who  reigns  above 249 

Prince  of  Peace,  be  ever  near  us 52 


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RELIGION  'tis  a  glorious  treasure 310 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern. 235 

Rejoice  in  Jesus'  birth 56 

Remember  Lord  our  mortal  state ,  .191 

Restless  thy  spirit  poor  wandering  sinnerl38 
Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings 230 

SAFELY  through  another  week 49 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound 50 

Savior  visit  thy  plantation 300 

Savior  1  do  feel  thy  merit 302 

Saw  ye  my  Savior,  saw  ye  my  Savior...   76 

Say  now  ye  lovely  social  band 257 

See  the  Lord  of  Glory  dying 75 

See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain 213 

See  the  fountain  opened  wide 134 

Seek  my  soul  the  narrow  gate 343 

Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud 331 

Shepherd  divine  our  wants  relieve 357 

Show  pity  Lord.O  Lord  forgive 105 

Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  heavenly  hosts 194 

Sing  the  great  Jehovah's  praise 65 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 276 

Sinner  art  thou  still  secure 263 

Sinners  hear  the  Savior's  call 353 

Sinners  take  the  friendly  warning 195 

Sinners  turn  why  will  you  die 14 

Sinners  the  voice  of  God  regard 143 

So  let  our  lives  and  lips  express 159 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 177 

Stop  poor  sinner  stop  and  think .267 

Sweet  is  the  work  my  God  my  King ....  165 
Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing; 339 


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TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days...  179 

Tell  me  Savior  from  above 221 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 265 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death 283 

Thee  we  adore  Eternal  Name 190 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 172 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns 328 

To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large 252 

The  heavens  declare  thy  giory  Lord .347 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky 66 

The  Lord's  disciples  when  they  spread..   99 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 362 

The  name  of  the  Lord  is  a  fountain  of  life  97 
The  night  on  which  Christ  was  betrayed. 289 

The  Savior  calls,  let  every  ear 141 

The  Savior,  O  what  endless  charms 245 

The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray 79 

The  swift  declining  day 52 

The  time  is  short — sinners  beware 265 

The  wondering  world  inquires  to  know.. 320 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds 144 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands... 202 

There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 243 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 239 

These  glorious  minds  how  bright  they... 214 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 84 

Thou  art  a  God  a  Spirit  pure , 242 

Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel  and  mine 234 

Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above 237 

'Tis  midnight  and  on  Olive's  brow 281 

To-day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice 139 

To  God  the  great  the  ever-blessed 13 

To  God  in  whom  I  trust 261 


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To  show  how  humble  Christians  ought.. 288 

To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large 342 

Through  every  age  eternal  God 191 

'Twas  on  that  dark  that  doleful  night. . .   71 

'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord 96 

Thy  life  1  read  my  dearest  Lord 184 

Thy  mercy  my  God  is  the  theme  of 164 

Thy  presence  gracious  God  afford 35 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 236 

VAIN  delusive  world  adieu 305 

Vain  man  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear 335 

WELCOME  delightful  morn 352 

We  sing  the  glories  of  thy  love 42 

We've  no  abiding  city  here 41 

Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest 34 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 91 

What  poor  despised  company .314 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 12 1 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched 193 

When  gathering  clouds  around  1  view... 254 

When  1  survey  the  wondrous  cross 69 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 219 

When  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below 290 

When  Jesus  Christ  the  Virgin's  Son 98 

When  Jesus  did  from  heaven  descend....   46 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 298 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 311 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 332 

When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 329 

When  sinners  awake  and  perceive 100 


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When  we  with  welcome  slumber 170 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord..  21 
While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun  . . .  .356 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  far. 351 

With  grateful  hearts  and  tuneful  lays..  .276 

With  cheerful  voices  rise  and  sing 277 

With  humble  heart  and  tongue 119 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy...  128 
With  rev'rence  let  thy  saints  appear  ....    12 

With  sacred  joys  we  lift  our  eyes 33 

While  1  keep  silent  and  conceal 255 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light  x . . .  142 
While  Shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks...  59 
Whilst  thee  1  seek  Protecting  Power  ...  1 12 

Who  is  this  fair  one  in  distress 160 

Would  Jesus  have  the  sinner  die 152 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. ...  184 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 200 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die .189 

Why  sleep  ye  my  brethren  come  .......  136 

YE  humble  souls  that  seek  the  Lord  ....   85 

Ye  nations  all  on  you  I  call 56 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 250 

Ye  mourning  saints  whose  streaming. . .  .344 

Ye  sinners  fear  the  Lord 150 

Yes  the  Redeemer  rose 36 L 

Ye  that  pass  by  behold  the  man 277 

Ye  thirsty  for  God  to  Jesus  give  ear 137 

Ye  weary  heavy  laden  souls 315 

Ye  wretched  hungry  starving  poor 149 

Young  people  all  attention  give 26 


ANHANG 


EINIGER  DEUTSCHE  LIEDER. 


•:rbaulich  in    oeffentlichen   Versammlungen 
zu  singen,  order  bey  privat  uebungen. 


Nach  eigener  Melodie. 

1  ]    IEBSTER  Jesu,  wir  sind  heir, 
}j  Dich  und  dein  Wort  anzuhoeren; 

Lenke  sinnen  und  begier. 

Auf  die  suessen  himmeis  lehren, 
Das  die  herzen  von  der  erden 
Ganz  zu  dir  gezogen  werden. 

2  Unser  wissen  und  verstand 

Ist  mit  iinsternisz  umhülltet, 
Wo  nicht  deines  Geistes  Glanz 

Uns  mit  hellem  licht  erfuellet  : 
Gutes  denken,  gutes  dichten, 
Muszt  Du  selbst  in  uns  verrichten, 

3  O  du  Glanz  der  Herrlichkeit, 

Licht  vom  Lieh  aus  Gott  geboren! 
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2 
'T 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LIEDER. 

Mach  uns  allezeit  bereit, 

Oeffne  herzen,  round  und  obren  : 
Unser  bitten  fiehn  und  singen 
Lasz  Herr  Jesu,  wohl  gelingen. 

Metre  25.  Hamburg, 

Gott  des  Himmels. 

HEÜRES  Wort  aus  Gottes  munde, 
Das  mir  lauter  honig  traegt  ! 
Dich  allein  hab  ich  zum  gründe 

Meiner  Seligkeit  gelegt; 
In  dir  trefl  ich  alles  an, 
Was  zu  Gott  mich  fuehren  kan, 

2  Will  ich  einen  vorschmack  haben, 

Welcher  nach  dem  himmel  schmeckt ; 
Gott  !  du  kanst  mich  herrlich  laben, 

Weil  im  wort  ein  tischt  gedeckt, 
Der  mir  lauter  manna  schenkt. 
Und  mit  lebens  wasser  traenkt. 

3  Komm,  0  Geist!  und  mich  im  worte 

An  die  lebens-quelle  leg, 
Oefne  mir  die  himmHs  pforte, 

Dasz  mein  geist  hier  recht  erweg, 
Was  fuer  schaetze  Gottes  hand 
Durch  sein  wort  mir  zugesandt. 

4  Hilf,  dasz  alle  meine  wege 

Nur  nach  dieser  schnüre  gehn  ; 
Was  ich  hier  zum  gründe  lege, 

Muesse  wie  ein  felsen  stehn, 
Dasz  mein  geist  auch  rath  und  that 
In  den  groesten  noethen  hat. 


ANHANG — DUETSCHER  LIEDER. 

5  Lasz  dein  wort  mir  einen  Siegel 
In  der  folge  Jesu  seyn  ; 
Druecke  drauf  ein  gnaden-Siegel, 
Schhesz  den  schätz  im  herzen  ein, 
v  Dasz  ich  vest  im  glauben  steh, 
Bis  ich  dort  zum  schauen  geh. 

Q 

tj  Metre  7.  Dresden, 

1    ^jlEH'  hier  bin  ich,  Ehren-Koenig ! 
V)  Lege  mich  vor  deinen  Thron  : 
Schwache  thraenen,  kindlich  sehnen 

Bring  ich  dir,  du  Menschcnsohn  ! 
Lasz  dich  finden,  lasz  dich  finden, 
Von  mir  der  ich  asch  und  thon  ! 

'  2  Sieh'  doch  auf  mich,  Herr  ich  bitt'  dich, 
Lenke  mich  nach  deinem  sinn; 
Dich  aileine  ich  nur  meine, 

Dein  erkaufter  erb'ich  bin  ; 
Lasz  dich  finden,  Lasz  dich  finden, 
Gieb  dich  mir  und  nimm  mich  hin. 

3  Ich  begehre  nichts,  O  Herre, 
Als  nur  deine  freye  gnad% 

Die  du  giebest,  den  du  liebest, 

Und  der  dich  liebt  in  der  that  : 
Lasz  dich  finden,  Lasz  dich  finden, 
Der  hat  alles,  wer  dich  hat. 

4  Himmels  Sonne,  Seelen-wonne, 
Unbeflecktes  Gottes-Lamm  ! 

In  der  hoele  meine  seele, 

Suchet  dich,  O  Braeutigam  ; 
Lasz  dich  finden,  Lasz  dich  finden, 
Starker  held  aus  David's  stamm. 


4  ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

5  Hoer5  wie  kläglich,  wie  beweglich 

Dir  die  treue  seele  singt ! 
Wie  demuetbig  und  wehmuethig 

Deines  kindes  stimme  klingt  ! 
Lasz  dich  finden,  La^z  dich  finden, 
Denn  zu  dir  mein  herze  dringht. 

6  Dieser  Zeiten  eitelkeiten, 

Reichthum,  wollust,  ehr  und  freud', 
.Sind  nur  sehmerzen  meinem  herzen, 

Weiches  sucht  die  ewigkeit  : 
Lasz  dich  linden,  Lasz  dich  finden, 
Grosser,'  Gott ;   mach  mich  bereit. 


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In  eigener  Mr/odie. 

1  T|  /TIR  nach  spricht  Christus  unser  held, 
IVj    Mir  nach,  ihr  Christen  alle, 

Verleugnet  euch,  verlaszt  die  weit. 

Folgt  meinem  ruf  und  schalle; 
Nehmt  euer  kreuz  und  ungemaeh, 
Auf  euch,  folgt  meinem  wandel  nach. 

2  Ich  bin  das  Lieh,  icht  leuebt'  euch  fuer 

Mit  heil'gem  rügend  leben  ; 
Wer  zu  mir  kommt,  und  folget  mir, 

Darf  nich  im  finstern  schweben. 
Ich  bin  der  weg,  ich  weise  wohl, 
Wie  man  warhaftig  wandeln  soll. 

3  Mein  herz  ist  voll  demuethigkeit, 

Voll  liebe  meine  seele  ; 
Mein  mund  der  flieszt  zu  iederzeit 

Vom  suessen  sanftmuths-oele ; 
Mein  geist,  gemuethe,  kraft  und  sinn 
1st  Gott  ergeben,  schau't  auf  ihn. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LIEDER.  £> 

4  Ich  zeig'  euch  das,  was  schaedlich  ist, 

Zu  fliehen  und  zu  meiden, 
Und  euer  herz  von  arger  list 

Zu  rein;gen  und  zu  scheiden. 
Ich  bin  der  seelen  Fels  und  Hort, 
Und  fuehr'  euch  zu  der  himmels  pfort. 

5  Faellts  euch  zu  schwer,  ich  geh'  voran, 

Ich  steh'  euch  an  der  seite, 
Ich  kaempfe  selbst,  ich  brech  die  bahn, 

Bin  alles  in  dem  streite. 
Ein  boeser  knecht,  der  still  darf  stehn, 
Wenn  er  den  feld-herrn  sieht  angehn. 

6  Wer  seine  seel'  zu  finden  meynt, 

Wird  sie  ohn  mich  verlieren, 
Wer  sie  hier  zu  verlieren  scheint, 

Wird  sie  in  Gott  einfuehren  : 
Wer  nicht  sein  kreuz  nimmt  und  folgt  mir, 
Ist  mein  nicht  wert  und  meiner  zier, 

7  So  laszt  uns  denn  dem  lieben  Herrn 

Mit  leib  und  seel  nachgehen. 
Und  Wohlgemuth,  getrost  und  gern 

Bey  ihm  im  leiden  stehen  ; 
Denn  wer  nicht  kaempft,traegt  auch  die  krön', 
Des  ew'gen  lebens  nicht  davon. 


5 


Mel.   Mir  nach  spricht  Christus. 
ÜN  lobet  alle  Gottes  Sohn, 
Der  die  erloesung  funden  ; 
Beugt  eure  knie  vor  seinem  thron, 

Sein  blut  hat  ueberwunden  : 
Preis,  lob,  ehr,  dank,  kraft,  Weisheit,  macht, 
Sey  dem  erwuergten  Lamm  gebracht. 


4  ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

5  Hoer*  wie  kläglich,  wie  beweglich 

Dir  die  treue  seele  singt ! 
Wie  demuethig  und  wehmuethig 

Deines  kindes  stimme  klingt  ! 
Lasz  dich  finden,  La^z  dich  finden, 
Denn  zu  dir  mein  herze  dringht. 

6  Dieser  Zeiten  eitelkeiten, 

Reichthum,  wo! lust,  ehr  und  frewd"' 
.Sind  nur  schmerzen  meinem  herzen, 

Weiches  sucht  die  ewigkeit  : 
Lasz  dich  linden,  Lasz  dich  finden, 
Grosser,'  Gott ;   mach  mich  bereit. 


4 


In  eigener  Me/odie. 

1  1  /TIR  nach  spricht  Christus  unser  held, 
'VI    Mir  nach,  ihr  Christen  alle, 

Verleugnet  euch,  verlaszt  die  weit. 

Folgt  meinem  ruf  und  schalle; 
Nehmt  euer  kreuz  und  ungemaeh, 
Auf  euch,  folgt  meinem  wandel  nach. 

2  Ich  bin  das  Lieh,  icht  leucht'  euch  fuer 

Mit  heil'gem  tugend  leben  ; 
Wer  zu  mir  kommt,  und  folget  mir, 

Darf  nich  im  finstern  schweben. 
Ich  bin  der  weg,  ich  weise  wohl, 
Wie  man  warhaftig  wandeln  soll. 

3  Mein  herz  ist  voll  demuethigkeit, 

Voll  liebe  meine  seele  ; 
Mein  mund  der  rlieszt  zu  iederzeit 

Vom  suessen  sanftmuths-oele ; 
Mein  geist,  gemuethe,  kraft  und  sinn 
ist  Gott  ergeben,  schau't  auf  ihn. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LIEDER.  Ö 

4  Ich  zeig'  euch  das,  was  schaedlich  ist, 

Zu  fliehen  und  zu  meiden, 
Und  euer  herz  von  arger  list 

Zu  rein'gen  und  zu  scheiden. 
Ich  bin  der  seelen  Fels  und  Hort, 
Und  i'uehr'  euch  zu  der  himmels  pfort. 

5  Faellts  euch  zu  schwer,  ich  geh'  voran, 

Ich  steh'  euch  an  der  seite, 
Ich  kaempfe  selbst,  ich  brech  die  bahn, 

Bin  alles  in  dem  streite. 
Ein  boeser  knecht,  der  still  darf  stehn, 
Wenn  er  den  feld-herrn  sieht  angehn. 

8  Wer  seine  seel'  zu  finden  meynt, 

Wird  sie  ohn  mich  verlieren, 
Wer  sie  hier  zu  verlieren  scheint, 

Wird  sie  in  Gott  einfuehren  : 
Wer  nicht  sein  kreuz  nimmt  und  folgt  mir, 
1st  mein  nicht  wert  und  meiner  zier. 

7  So  laszt  uns  denn  dem  lieben  Herrn 

Mit  leib  und  seel  nachgehen. 
Und  Wohlgemuth,  getrost  und  gern 

Bey  ihm  im  leiden  stehen  ; 
Denn  wer  nicht  kaempft,traegt  auchdiekron', 
Des  ew'gen  lebens  nicht  davon. 


Mel.  Mir  nach  spricht  Christus. 


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i   AT  UN  lobet  alle  Gottes  Sohn, 
IM    Der  die  erloesung  funden  ; 
Beugt  eure  knie  vor  seinem  thron, 

Sein  blut  hat  ueberwunden  : 
Preis,  lob,  ehr,  dank,  kraft,  Weisheit,  macht, 
Sey  dem  erwuergten  Lamm  gebracht. 


ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Es  war  uns  Gottes  licht  und  gnad' 

Und  leben  hart  verriegelt ; 
Sein  tiefer  sinn  sein  wunderthat 

Wohl  seibenfach  versiegelt, 
Kein  mensch,  kein  engel  oeffnen  kan  ; 
Das  Laemmlein  thuts,  drum  lobe  man. 

Die  Patriarchen  erster  zeit, 

Den  Lang  Verlangten  gruessen  ; 

Und  die  Propheten  sind  erfreut, 
Dasz  sie's  nun  mit  gemessen  ; 

Auch  die  Apostel  singen  dir 

Hos'anna,  mit  den  kindern  hier. 

Der  maert'rer  krön  von  golde  glaenzt, 

Sie  bringen  dir  die  palmen  ; 
Die  lungfrau'n  weisz,  und  shoen  gegraenzt, 

Die  singen  hockzeits-psalmen  ; 
Sie  rufen  wie  aus  einem  mund ; 
Das  hat  des  Lammes  blut  gekonnt. 

Nun  dein  erkauftes  volk  alhier, 

Spricht,  hallelujah  !  Amen  ! 
Wir  beigen  jetz  schon  unsre  knie, 

In  deinem  blut  und  namen  : 
Bisz  du  uns  brigst  zusammen  dort, 
Aus  allem  volk,  geschlecht  und  ort. 

Was  wird  das  seyn !  wie  werden  wir 

Von  ew'ger  gnade  sagen  ! 
Wie  uns  dein  Wunderfuehrer  hier 

Gesucht,  erloeszt,  getragen  ; 
Da  jeder  seine  harfe  bringt, 
Und  sein  besonders  loblied  singt. 


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ANHANG— DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Mel.  Allein  Gott  in  der  hoeh\ 
Metre  68. 

1  QEY  lob  und  ehr  dem  hoechsten  gut, 
D  Dem  Vatar  aller  guete, 

Dem  Gott  der  alle  wunder  thut, 
Dem  Gott  der  mein  gemuethe 
Mit  seinem  reichen  trost  erfuell't, 
Dem  Gott,  der  allen  jammer  stillt ! 
Gebt  unserm  Gott  die  ehre ! 

2  Es  danken  dir  die  himmels-heer, 

0  Herrsher  aller  thronen  ! 
Und  die  auf  erden,  luft  and  meer, 

In  deinem  schatten  wohnen, 

Die  preisen  deines  Schoespfers  macht, 
Die  alles  also  wobl  bedacht, 

Gebt  unserm  Gott  die  ehre. 

3  Was  unser  Gott  geschaffen  hat, 

Das  will  er  auch  erhalten, 
Darueber  will  er  frueh  und  spat, 

Mit  seiner  guete  walten  : 
In  seninem  ganzen  koenigreich 
Ist  alles  recht  und  alles  gleich. 

Gebt  unserm  Gott  die  ehre! 

4  Ich  rief  dem  Herrn  in  meiner  noth  : 

Ach  Gott,  vernimm  mein  schreyen  ! 
Da  half  mein  Helfer  mir  vom  tod, 

Und  lies  mir  trost  gedeyen. 
Drum  dank  ich  Gott !  drum  dank  ich  dir, 
Ach  danket,  danket  Gott  mir  mir  ! 

Gebt  unserm  Gott  die  ehre  ! 

5  Der  Herr  ist  noch  und  nimmer  nich 
Von  seinem  volk  geschieded  ; 


8  ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER« 

Er  bleibet  ihre  zuversich  : 

Ihr  segen,  heil,  and  frieden  : 
Mit  mutter  haenden  leitet  er 
Die  seinen  stetig  hin  und  her ; 
Gebt  unserm  Gott  die  ehre  ! 

6  Ich  will  dich  all  mein  lebenlang, 
0  Gott !  von  nun  an  ehren  ; 
Man  soll,  O  Gott !  den  lobgesang 

An  allen  orten  hoeren, 
Mein  ganzes  herz  ermuntre  sich, 
Mein  geist  und  leib  erfreue  dich 
Gebt  unserm  Gott  die  ehre. 


'A 


C.  M.  Primrose. 

UF  seele,  auf,  and  saeume  nich, 
Es  bricht  das  licht  hefuer  ; 
.Der  Wunde.r-stern  gibt  dir  bericht, 
Der  Held  sey  vor  der  thuer» 

2  Geh  weg  aus  deinem  Vaterland, 

Zu  suchen  solchen  Herrn  : 
Lasz  deine  äugen  seyn  gewand, 
Auf  diesen  Morgenstern. 

3  Gib  acht  auf  diesen  hellen  schein, 

Der  dir  anfgangen  ist ; 
Erfuehret  dich  zum  kindeleim, 
Das  heisset  Jesus  Christ- 

4  Er  ist  der  Held  aus  David's  Stamm, 

Die  theure  Sarons  Blum, 
Das  rechte  aechte  Gottes-Lamm, 
Israelis  Preis  und  Ruhm. 


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ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

5  Drum  hoere,  merke,  sey  bereit, 

Verlasz  des  vaters  haus, 
#    Die  freundschaft  deiner  eingenheit, 
Geh  von  dir  Selbsten  aus. 

6  Und  mache  dich  behende  auf, 

ßefreyt  von  aller  last, 
Ja  lasznich  ab  von  deinem  lauf, 
ßisz  du  dies  Kindlein  hast. 

7  Du,  du  bist  selbst  das  Bethlehem, 

Die  rechte  David's  Stadt ; 
Wenn  du  dein  herze  machst  bequem 
Zu  solcher  groszen  gnad. 

8  Da  findest  du  des  Lebens-ßrod 

Dasz  dich  erlaben  kan, 
Fuer  deiner  seelen  hungers-noth 
Das  aller  beste  Mann,. 

Metre  5.  Sovereign  Grace. 

1  r\  OTT  sey  dank  in  aller  weit, 
VX  Der  sem  wort  bestaendig  haelt, 
Und  der  sunder,  trost  and  rath 
Zu  uns  her  gesended  hat. 

2  Was  der  alten  vaeter  schaar, 
Hoechster  wünsch  and  sehnen  war, 
Und  was  sie  geprophezeyt, 
1st  erfüllt  nach  herrlichkeit 

3  Zion's  huelf  und  Abraham's  lohn, 
Jacob's  heil,  der  jungfrau'n  Sohn, 
Der  wohl  zwey-gestammte  Held 
Hat  sich  treulich  eingestellt. 

i  Sey  willkommen,  O  mein  Heil, 
Dir  hosanna !  O  mein  theil ; 


10  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LiiSDER. 

Eichte  du  auch  eine  bahn 
Dir  in  meinem  herzen  an. 

5  Zieh,  du  ehren-Koenig,  ein 
Es  gehoeret  dir  allein  : 
Mach  es,  wie  du  gerne  thust, 
Rein  von  aller  sueden-wust. 

6  Herr  wie  deine  Zukunft  ist 

Und  du  selbst  sanftmuethig  bist ; 
So  wohn  in  mir  jederzeit, 
Sanftmuth  und  gelassenheit. 

7  Huelf,  wenn  du  mein  Lebensfuerst, 
Praechtig  wieder-kommen  wirst, 
Dasz  ich  dir  entgegen  geh5 

Und  vor  dir  gerecht  besteh5. 


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C.  M.  Balerma — Marlow, 

\   11  T  EIN  Gott  das  herz  ich  bringe  dir, 
1V1    Zur  gäbe  und  geschenk  ; 
Du  forderst  dieses  ja  von  mir, 
Desz  bin  ich  eingedenk. 

2  Gib  mir,  mein  kind  !  dein  herz,  sprichst  du, 

Das  ist  mir  lieb  und  werth, 
Du  findest  anders  doch  nicht  run 
Im  himmel  und  auf  erd. 

3  Nun  du,  mein  Vater !  nimm  es  an, 

Mein  herz,  veracht  es  nicht, 
Ich  gebs  so  gut  ich's  geben  kan, 
Kehr  zu  mir  dein  gesicht. 

4  Zwar  ist  es  voller  suenden-wust 

Und  voller  eitelkeit. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  1 

Des  guten  aber  unbewuszt, 
Der  wahren  froemmigkeit. 
5,  Doch  aber  steht  es  nun  in  reu, 
Erkennt  sein  uebeistand, 
Und  traeget  jetzund  vor  dem  scheu, 
Daran's  zuvor  Just  fand. 

6  Hier  faelt  und  lieg't  es  dir  zu  fusz 

Und  schrey't  :  nur  schlage  zu; 
Zerknirsch,  O  Vater!  das  ich  busz 
Rechtschaffen  vor  dir  thu  ; 

7  Zermalm  mir  meine  haertigkeit, 

Mach  muerbe  meinen  sinn, 

Dasz  ich  in  seufzen  reu  und  leid 

Und  thraenen  ganz  zerrinn, 

8  So  dann  nimm  mich,  mein  Jesu  Christ, 

Tauf  mich  mit  deinem  blut, 
Ich  glaub  dasz  du  gekreuzigt  bist 
Der  weit  und  mir  zu  gut. 

9  Huelf  dasz  ich  sey  von  herzen  treu 

Im  glauben  meinem  Gott, 
Dasz  mich  im  guten  nich  mach  scheu, 
Der  welt  list,  macht  aud  spott. 

10  Weg  weit,  weg  suend  !  dir  gib  ich  nicht 

Mein  herz  :  nur  Jesu,  dir 
1st  dies  geschenke  zugericht, 
Behalt  es  fuer  and  fear. 


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Nach  eigener  Melodie, 
1  TTERR  Jesu,  gnaden-Sonne, 
XJ_  Wahrhaftes  lebens  licht ! 


12  ANHANG DEUTSCHER    LIEDER. 

Lasz  leben,  licht  und  wonne 

Mein  bloedes  angesucht 
Nach  deiner  gnad  erfreuen, 
Und  meinen  geist  erneuen  : 
Mein  Gott  versag  mir's  nicht. 

2  Vergib  mir  meine  suenden, 

Und  wirf  sie  hinter  dich, 
Lasz  allen  zorn  verschwinden. 

Und  huelf  genaediglich  : 
Lasz  deine  friedens-gaben 
Mein  armes  herze  laben, 

Ach  !  Herr,  erhoere  mich. 

3  Vertreib  aus  meiner  seelen 

Den  alten  Adam's-smn, 
Und  lasz  mich  dich  erwaehlen, 

Auf  dasz  ich  mich  forthin 
Zu  deinem  dienst  ergebe, 
Und  dif  zu  ehren  lebe, 

Weil  ich  erloeset  bin. 

4  Befoerdre  dein  erkaenntnisz 

In  mir,  mein  Seelen  Hortl 
Und  oefne  mein  verstaendnisz 

Durch  dein  heiliges  wort: 
Damit  ich  an  dich  glaube, 
Und  in  der  warheit  bleibe, 

Zu  trutz  der  hoellen  pfort. 

5  Tra^nk  mich  an  deinen  bruesten, 

Und  kreuz'ge  mein  begier 
Samt  allen  boesen  luesten, 
Auf  dasz  ich  fuer  und  fuer. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LIEDER 

Der  suenden-welt  absterbe, 
Und  nach  dem  fleisch  verdebe, 
Hingegen  leb  in  dir. 

Ach  zuende  deine  liebe 

In  meiner  seelen  an, 
Dasz  ich  aus  reinem  triebe 

Dich  ewig  lieben  kan, 
Und  dir  zum  wholgefallen 
Bestaendig  moege  wallen 

Auf  rechter  lebens-bahn. 


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11 


Metre  7.  Dresden* 

ICH  will  lieben,  und  mich  ueben, 
Dasz  ich  meinem  ßraeutigam 
Nun  in  allen  mag  gefallen, 
Welcher  an  des  Creuzen-stamm 
Hat  sein  leben  vor  mich  geben, 
Ganz  gedultig  als  ein  Lamm. 

Ich  will  lieben,  und  mich  ueben, 
Im  gebaet  zu  tag  und  nacht, 
Dasz  nun  balde  alles  alte 
In  mir  werd  zum  grab  gebracht  5 
Und  hingegen  allerwegen 
Alias  werde  neu  gemacht. 

ich  will  lieben'  und  mich  ueben, 
Dasz  ich  rein  und  heilig  werd ; 
Und  mein  leben  fuehre  eben, 
Wie  es  Gott  von  mir  begehrt, 
Ja  mein  wandel  thun  and  handel 
Sey  unstraerlich  auf  der  erd. 


14  ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

4  Ich  will  lieben,  und  mich  ueben 
Meine  gantze  lebens-zeit, 
Mich  zu  schicken  und  zu  schmuecken 
Mit  dem  reinen  Hochzeitskleid, 
Zu  erscheinen,  mit  den  reinen 
Auf  des  Lammes  hochzeits-freud. 


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Metre  7.      Dresden. — Judgment. 

1  QETZE  dich  mein  geist  ein  wenig, 
O  Und  beschau  dies  wunder  grosz 
Wie  dein  Gott  und  Ehren-Koenig, 
Haengt  am  Creuze  nack't  und  blosz ! 
Schau  die  liebe,  die  ihn  triebe, 

Zu  dir  aus  des  Vaters  Schoos  ! 

2  Ob  dich  Jesus  liebt  von  herzen, 
Kanst  du  da  am  creuze  sehn  : 
Schau  wie  alle  hoellen  schmerzen, 
Ihm  bisz  and  die  seele  gehn  ; 
Fluch  und  schrecken  ihn  bedecken. 
Hoere  dock  sein  klag-gethoen. 

3  Seine  seel  von  Gott  verlassen, 
Ist  betruebt  bisz  in  den  tod  ; 

Und  sein  leib  haengt  gleicher  massen 
Voller  wunden,  blut  und  koth  ; 
Alle  kraefte,  alle  saefte, 
Sind  erschoepft  in  hoechster  noth. 

I  Dies  sind  meiner  suenden  fruechte, 
Die,  mein  Heiland'  aensgsten  dich  ; 
Dieser  leiden  schwer  gewichte 
Sollt  zum  abgrund  druecken  mich  ; 
Diese  noethen,  die  dich  toedten, 
Sollt  ich  fuehlen  ewiglich. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LIEDER.  1& 

5  Doch  du  hast  fuer  mich  besieget 
Suende,  tod,  und  hoellen-macht  ; 
Du  hast  Gottes  recht  vergnueget, 
Seinen  willen  ganz  vollbracht  ; 
Und  mir  eben  zu  dem  leben, 
Durch  dein  sterben  bahn  gemacht. 

6  Dir  will  ich,  durch  deine  gnade, 
Bleiben  bisz  in  tod  getreu  ; 
Alle  leiden  schand  und  schade 
Sollen  mich  nicht  machen  scheu; 
Deinen  willen  zu  erfuellen 
Meiner  seelen  speise  sey. 

i  O  Metre  68.         Sounding  TrziTnpet* 

Xt)  Es  ist  gewiszlich  an  der  zeit% 

1  \T7  0  soll  ich  hin  ?  wer  hilfet  mir  ? 

VV     Wer  fuehret  mich  zum  leben  ? 
Zu  niemand,  Herr,  als  nur  zu  dir, 

Will  ich  mich  frey  begeben. 
Du  bists,  der  das  verlorne  sucht ; 
Du  segnest  das,  so  war  verflucht  r 

Hilf,  Jesu,  dem  elenden! 

2  Herr  meine  suenden  aensten  mich: 

Der  todesleib  mich  plaget ; 
O  lebens-Gott,  erbarme  dich; 

Vergieb  mir  wTas  mich  naget! 
Du  weiszt  es  wohl  was  mir  gebricht  % 
Ich  weis  es  auch  ;  doch  voellieg  nicht  s 

Hilf  Jesu  dem  betruebten  ! 

3  Du  sprichst  zu  mir  :  verzage  nicht  l 

Du  rufst :  ich  bin  das  leben ! 


' 


16  ANHANG  DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Drum  ist  mein  herz  auf  dich  gerich't, 

Du  kanst  mir  alles  geben  ; 
Im  tode  kanst  du  bey  mir  stehn  ; 
In  noth,  als  Herzog  vor  mir  gehn : 

Hilf,  Jesu,  dem  zerknirschten  ! 

4  Bist  du  der  Hirt,  der  schwache  traegt ! 

Auf  dich  will  ich  mich  legen, 
Bist  du  der  Arzt  der  kranke  pflegt ; 

Erquicke  mich  mit  segen  ! 
Ich  bin  gefaehrlich  krank  und  schwach ; 
Heil'  und  verbind,  hoer  an  die  klag : 

Hilf,  Jesu,  dem  zerschlagenen  ! 

5  Ich  thue  nicht,  Herr,  was  ich  soll : 

Wie  kann  ich  doch  bestehen  ? 
Dies  aengstet  mich ;  das  weiszt  du  wohl, 

Ach  wenn  wirds  doch  geschehen, 
Dasz  ich  elender  endlich,  frey 
Vom  leib'  des  todes,  bey  dir  sey  ! 

Ich  danke  Gott,  durch  Christum. 


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Mel.     Nun  ruhen  alle  Waelder, 

DURCH  viele  grosse  plagen 
Hat  mich  der  Herr  getragen, 
Von  meiner  jugend  auf; 
Ich  sah'  auf  meinen  wegen 
Des  Hoechsten,  hand  und  segen  ; 
Er  lenkte  meines  lebens  lauf. 


12  Sein  weg  war  oft  verborgen  ; 
Doch  wie  der  helle  morgen 
Aus  dunklen  naechten  bricht ; 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LTEDER.  17 

So  hab  ich  stets  gespueret ; 

Der  weg,  den  Gott  mich  fuehret, 

Bringt  mich  durchs  finstre  thai  zum  licht. 

3  War  menschen  huelf  vergebens  ; 
So  kam  der  Herr  des  lebens, 

Und  half  und  machte  bahn ; 
Wuszt  ich  mir  nicht  zu  rathen  : 
So  that  Gott  grosse  thaten, 

Und  nahm  sich  maechtig  meiner  an. 

4  Bisz  in  des  alters  tagen 
Will  er  mich  heben,  tragen, 

Und  mein  erretter  seyn  ; 
Dies  hat  mir  Gott  versprochen, 
Der  nie  sein  wort  gebrochen  ; 

Ich  werde  sein  mich  ewig  freu'n. 

5  Er  wird  mir  schwachen  alten, 
Was  er  versprochen,  halten, 

Denn  Er  ist  fromm  und  treu; 
Bin  ich  gleich  matt  und  muede, 
Er  geübt  mir  trost  und  friede, 

Und  steht  mit  muth  und  kraft  mir  bey. 

6  Nach  wenig  bagen  stunden 
Hab  ich  ganz  ueberwunden; 

Ich  bin  vom  ziel  nicht  weit. 
Triumph  !  0  welche  freuden! 
Sind  nach  dem  letzen  leiden, 

Vor  Gottes  thron  fuer  mich  bereit. 


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*G 


Mel.    JSfun  ruhen  alle  Waelder. 
OTT  hab  ich  mich  ergeben 
T  In  diesem  pilgerleben, 
Im  ungiueck  und  im  glueck ; 


18  ANHANG— DEUTSCHER  LIEDER 

In  schmerzen  und  in  freuden, 
Und  bisz  ans  ziel  der  leiden 
fn  meinem  letzen  augenblick. 

2  Gott  wars  der  fuer  mich  wachte 
Noch  eh  ich  war  und  dachte. 

D  s  Ew'gen  treue  hand 
Hat  gnaedig  mich  geleitet, 
Mir  jedes  giueek  bereitet, 

Dasz  ich  so  oft  im  unglueek  fand. 

3  Was  helfen  meine  sorgen  ? 
Mein  gluech  ist  mir  verborgen, 

Mein  unglueek  kenn  ich  nicht. 
Bern  Hueter  meiner  seelen, 
Dem  will  ich  mich  befehlen  : 

Er  weisz  allein  was  mir  gebricht. 

4  Warum  ich  huete  flehe, 
Wird,  wenn  es  gleich  geschehe, 

Schon  morgen  mich  gereu'n. 
Nur  einen  wünsch  von  allen 
Lasz  Herr,  dir  Wohlgefallen, 

Den  wünsch,  bald,  bald  bey  dir  zu  seyn, 

5  Sich  grosz  und  kindlich  zeigen, 
Heist  tief  im  staube  schweigen, 

Und  nehmen  was  Gott  giebt. 
Er  kan  uns  nicht  verlassen, 
Die  ihm  vertrau'n  nicht  hassen, 

Er  schlaeget  uns  wenn  er  uns  liebt. 

6  Nirht  das,  warum  ich  flehe, 
Dein  wille  nur  geschehe, 

Und  was  mir  selig  ist 


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ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  19 

Heer,  deine  bahn  ist  eben, 
Leit  mich,  in  diesem  leben, 

Und  wenn  mein  aug'imtodsich  schlieszt. 


Mel.    Wer  nur  den  lieben  Gott, 

1  "VTACH  einer  pruefung  kurzer  tage 

1\|    Erwartet  mich  die  ewigkeit. 
Dort,  dort  verwandelt  sich  die  klege 

In  goettliehe  Zufriedenheit,« 
Hier  uebt  die  tugend  ihren  fleisz  ; 
Und  jene  weit  reicht  ihr  den  preis. 

2  Wahr  ists,  der  fromme  schmeckt  auf  erden 

Schon  manchen  selben  augenbliek  ; 
Doch  alle  freuden  die  ihm  werden, 

Sind  ihm  ein  unvollkommnes  glueck. 
Er  bleibt  ein  mensch,  und  seine  ruh 
Nimmt  in  der  seele  ab  und  zu.  . 

3  Bald  stoeren,  ihn  des  koerpers  schmerzen, 

Bald  das  geraeusche  dieser  weit 
Bald  kaempft  in  seinem  eignen  herzen 

Ein  feind  der  oft  den  sieg  erhaelt ; 
Bald  sinkt  er  durch  des  naechsten  schuld 
In  kummer  und  in  Ungeduld. 

4  Hier,  wo  die  tugend  oefters  liedet, 

Das  laster  oefters  gluecklich  ist 
Wo  man  den  gluecklichen  beneidet. 

Und  des  bekuemmerten  vergiszt : 
Hier  kann  der  mensch  nie  frey  von  pein, 
Nie  frey  von  eigner  schwTachheit  seyn. 

5  Hier  such  ichs  nur  ;  dort  werd  ichs  finden  : 

Dort  werd  ich,  heilig  und  verklaert, 


20  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LIEDER. 

Der  tunged  ganzen  wert  empfinden, 

Den  unaussprechlich  grossen  werth ; 
Den  Gott  der  liebe  werd  ich  seh'n, 
Ihn  lieben,  ewig  ihn  erhoeh'n. 

6  Da  werd  ich  das  im  licht  erkennen, 

Was  ich  auf  erden  dunkel  sah! 
Das  wunderbar  und  heilig  nennen, 

Was  unerforschlich  hier  geschah  ; 
Da  denkt  mein  geist  mit  preis  und  dank, 
Die  Schickung  im  Zusammenhang. 

7  Da  werd  ich  zu  dem  throne  dringen, 

Wo  Gott  mein  Heil  sich  offen  bar't ; 
Ein  heilig,  heilig,  heilig!  singen 

Dem  Lamme,  das  erwuerget  ward  : 
Und  Cherubim  und  Seraphim 
Und  alle  himmel  jauchzen  ihm. 

8  Was  seyd  ihr,  leided  dieser  erden, 

Doch  gegen  jener  heerlichkeit, 
Die  offenbar  an  uns  soll  werden, 

Von  ewigkeit  zu  ewigkeit  ? 
Wie  nichts,  wie  gar  nichts  gegen  sie, 
Ist  doch  ein  augenblick  voll  mueh. 

Nach  eigener  melodie. 
Metre  25.  Hamburg, 

1  f^\  OTT  des  himmels  und  der  erden, 
VT  Vater,  Sohn,  und  Heil'ger  Geist 
Der  du  tag  und,  nacht  laeszt  werden, 

Sonn  und  mond  uns  scheinen  heiszt, 
Dessen  starke  hand  die  weit, 
Und  was  drinnen  ist  erhaelt. 


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ANHANG — DEUTSCHER   LIEDER.  21 

Gott!  ich  danke  dir  von  herzen, 

Dasz  du  mich  in  dieser  nacht, 
Fuer  gefahr,  angst,  noth  und  schmerzen, 

Hast  behütet  und  bewacht, 
Dasz  des  boesen  feindes  list 

Mein  nicht  moeehtig  worden  ist. 

Lasz  die  nacht  auch  meiner  suenden 

Jetzt  mit  dieser  nacht  vergehn, 
O  Herr  Jesu  !  lasz  mich  finden 

Deine  wunden  offen  stehn, 
Da  alleine  huelf  und  rath 
ist  fuer  meine  missethat. 

Huelf  dasz  ich  mit  diesem  morgen 

Geistlich  auferstehen  mag, 
Und  fuer  meine  seele  sorgen, 

Dasz  wenn  nun  dein  juengster  tag 
Uns  erschein,  und  dein  gericht, 
Ich  dafuer  erschrecke  nicht. 

Fuehre  mich,  0  Herr,  und  leite 
Meinen  gang  nach  deinem  wort, 

Sey  und  bleibe  du  auch  heute 

Mein  beschuetzer  und  mein  Hort  r 

Nirgends  als  bey  dir  allein 

Kan  ich  recht  bewahret  seyn. 


.8 


L.  M.  Rockbridge. 

T  HR  junge  helden  !  aufgewacht, 
IS    Die  ganze  weit  musz  seyn  veracht, 
Drum  eilt,  dasz  ihr  in  kurzer  zeit, 
Mach't  eure  seelen  wTohl  bereit, 


22  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

2  Was  ist  die  weit  mit  allem  thun  ? 
Den  bund  gemacht  mit  Gottes  Sohn, 
Das  bleibt  der  seel  in  ewigkeit 

Ein  zucker-suesse  lust  und  freud. 

3  Ja  nimmermehr  geliebt  die  weit, 
Vielmehr  sich  Jesu  zugesellt, 

So  überkommt  man  glaubens-kraft, 
Dasz  man  auch  bald  ihr  thun  bestraft. 

4  Nun  weg,  hiemet,  du  eitelkeit, 
Es  ist  mir  nun  zu  lieb  die  zeit, 
Dasz  ich  sie  nicht  mehr  so  anwend, 
Dasz  ich  den  namen  Gottes  schaend. 

5  Ich  hab  es  nun  bey  mir  bedacht, 
Und  diesen  schlusz  gar  vest  gemacht, 
Dasz  es  mir  nun  soll  Jesu  seyn, 

Und  wollt  mein  fleisch  nicht  gern  darein. 

6  Zur  falschen  weit  und  ihrem  trug, 
Spricht  meine  seel  es  ist  genug: 
Zu  long  hab  ich  die  weit  geliebt, 
Und  damit  meinen  Gott  betruebt, 

7  Ich  eil'nun  fort,  zu  meinem  Gott, 
Der  mich  erkauft  von  fluch  und  tod: 
Darum  ich  auch  nun  als  ein'reb, 
Hinfuehro  vest  an  Jesu  kleb. 


19 


Mel.    Wer  nur  den  liehen  Gott. 

1  ~T\ER  tag  ist  hin  mit  seinem  lichte,  A/ 

I  )  Die  nacht  is  da  mit  dunkelheit,  l\ 

Drum  richte  ich  jetzt  mein  gesichte 

Zur  Sonne  der  Gerechtigkeit. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER,  23 

Die  mir  mit  ihrem  glänz  und  licht 
Kann  stets  erleuchten  mein  gesicht. 

2  O  Jesus,  meines  herzens  freude, 

Dich  lobe  ich  mit  meinem  lied, 
Und  danke  dir  dasz  du  mich  heute 

Vor  allem  uebel  hast  behuet't 
Und  mir  von  deiner  milden  hand 
So  grosse  gaben  zugesandt. 

3  Auch  wollest  du,  mein  liebstes  leben! 

Mir  heunte  eine  sanfte  ruh 
In  deinen  liebes  armen  geben, 

Und  mich  mit  gnaden  decken  zu. 
Dasz  mir  der  feind  in  dieser  nacht 
Nicht  schaden  kan  mit  list  und  macht. 

4  Du  wollest  ueber  mir  stets  wachen, 

Mit  deinem  lieben  engels-heer, 
Und  schicken  alle  meine  Sachen, 

Zu  deines  namens  lob  und  ehr. 
Ich  wache  oder  schlafe  ein, 
So  lasz  mich  immer  bey  dir  seyn. 

5  Lasz  mir  dein  licht  stets  helle  leuchten 

In  meiner  seelen  und  gemueth, 
Lasz  deinen  himmels-thau  befeuchten 

Mein  herze,  daz  es  gruen't  und  blueh't, 
Und  fruechte  bringt  zu  deinem  preis, 
Gleich  einem  schoenen  Paradeis. 

Q  A     Mel.  Es  Ist  gewiszlich  an  der  zeit, 
&\j  Metre  68.     Harmonia  Sacra. 

1  TVE  glocke  schlaegt,  und  zeig't  damit, 
Xj  Die  *eit  hat  abgenommen. 


24  ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Ich  bin  nun  winder  einen  schritt 

Dem  grabe  naeher  kommen. 
Mein  Jesus,  schlag  an  mein  brüst, 
Weil  mir  die  stunde  nich  bewust, 
Die  meine  zeit  beschliesset* 

2  Soll  diese  nun  die  letzte  seyn 
Von  meiner  lebens-studen, 

So  schlies  mich  durch  den  glauben  ein 
In  deine  theure  wunden. 

Doch  gibst  du  mir  noch  eine  frist. 

So  schaffe,  dasz  ich  als  ein  Christ 

Dir  leb  und  selig  sterbe. 


21 


'E 


Nach  eigener  rnelodie. 
Metre  68.  Harmonia  Sacra. 

^S  ist  gewiszlich  an  der  zeit, 
Dasz  Gottes  Sohn  wird  kommen, 
In  seiner  grossen  herrlichkeit, 

Zu  richten  boes  und  frommen  ; 
Dann  wird  das  lachen  werden  theu'r, 
Wenn  alles  wird  vergeh'n  im  feu'r  j 

Wie  Petrus  davon  schreibet. 

2  Posaunen  wird  man  hoeren  gehn 

An  aller  weit  ihr  ende, 
Darauf  bald  werden  auferstehn 

All  todten  gar  behende  : 
Die  aber  nach  dasz  leben  ha'n, 
Die  wird  der  Herr  von  stunden  an 

Verwandeln  und  verneuen. 

3  Darnach  wird  man  ablesen  bald 

Ein  buch,  darin  geschrieben, 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  25 

Was  alle  menschen  jung  und  alt, 

Anf erden  hab'n  getrieben; 
Da  denn  gewisz  ein  jeder  man 
Wird  hoeren  was  er  hat  gethan 

In  seinem  ganzen  leben. 

0  weh  demselben,  welcher  hat* 

Des  Herren  wort  verachtet, 
Und  nur  auf  erden  frueh  und  spat 

Nach  grossem  gut  getrachet  ! 
Der  wird  fuerwahr  gar  kahl  bestehn, 
Und  mit  dem  Satan  muessen  gehn 

Von  Christo  in  die  hoelle. 

5  O  Jesu  hilf  zurselben  zeit 

Von  wegen  deinen  wunden, 
Dasz  ich  im  buch  der  Seligkeit 
Werd  eingezeichnet  funden  : 
Daran  ich  denn  auch  zweiiie  nicht, 
Denn  du  hast  ja  den  feind  gericht, 
Und  meine  schuld  bezahlet. 


2 


Nach  eigener  melodle. 

1  A    LLE  menschen  muessen  sterden  ! 
i\_  Alles  fleisch  vergeht  wie  heu, 
Was  da  lebet  musz  verderben, 

Soll  es  anders  werden  neu  ; 
Dieser  leib  der  musz  verwesen  ; 
Wenn  er  anders  soll  genesen 
Zu  der  grossen  herrlichkeit, 
Die  den  frommen  ist'  bereit. 

2  Drum  so  will  ich  dieses  leben, 

Weil  es  meinem  Gott  beliebt3 


26  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Auch  ganz  willig  von  mir  geben, 

Bin  darueber  nich  betruebt : 
Denn  in  meines  Jesu  wunden 
Hab  ich  nun  erloesung  funden, 
Und  mein  trost  in  todtes-noth 
1st  des  Herren  Jesu  tod. 

3  Christus  ist  fuer  mich  gestorben, 

Und  sein  tod  ist  mein  gewinn  ; 
Er  hat  mir  das  heil  erworben. 

Drum  fahr  ich  mit  freud  dahin, 
Hier  aus  diesem  welt-getuemmel 
In  den  sehoenen  Gottes-himmel, 
Da  ich  werde  allezeit 
Schauen  die  Dreyeinigkeit. 

4  Da  wird  seyn  das  freuden-Ieben, 

Da  viel  tausend  seelen  schon, 
Sind  mit  himmels-glaez  umgeben, 

Stehen  da  vor  Gottes  thron  ; 
Da  die  Seraphinen  prangen, 
Und  das  hohe  lied  anfangen  : 
Heillig,  heil  1  ig,  heillig  heiszt 
Gott  der  Vater,  Sohn,  und  Geist. 

5  O  Jerusalem  du  shoene  ! 

Ach  wie  helle  glaenzest  du  ! 
Ach  wie  lieblich  lob-getoene 

Hoert  man  da  in  stolzer  ruh  ! 
O  der  grossen  freud  und  wonne  ! 
Jetzund  gehet  auf  die  sonne, 
Jetzund  gehet  an  der  tag, 
Der  kein  ende  nehmen  mag^ 


ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  27 


!3 


JVTel.  Wer  nur  den  liehen  Gott  laeszt — 
ER  weis  wie  nahe  mir  mein  ende  ? 
Hingeht  die  zeit,  her  kommt  der  tod 
Ach  !  wie  geschwinde  und  behende 

Kan  kommen  meine  todes-noth  ! 
Mein  Gott,  ich  bitt  durch  Christi  blut, 

Mach's  nur  mit  meinem  ende  gut. 
Es  kan  vor  nacht  gleich  anders  werde», 

Als  es  am  fruehen  morgen  war ; 
Dieweil  ich  leb  auf  dieser  eiden 

Leb  ich  in  steter  tod's-gefahr  : 
Mein  Gott,  ich  bitt  durch  Christi  blut, 
Mach's  nur  mit  meinem  ende  gut. 

Lasz  mich  bey  zeit  mein  haus  bestellen, 
Dasz  ich  bereit  bin  fuer  undfuer; 

Und  sage  frisch  in  allen  faelleu  : 

Herr,  wie  du  wüst  so  schicks  mit  mir: 

Mein  Gott,  ich  bitt  durch  Christi  blut, 

Mach's  nur  mit  meinem  ende  gut. 

Mach  mir  stets  zucker-suesz  den  himme], 

Und  gallen  bitter  diese  weit, 
Gib  dasz  mir  in  dem  welt-getuemmel 

Die  ewigkeit  sey  vorgestellt. 
Mein  Gott,  ich  bitt  durch  Christi  blut, 
Mach's  nur  mit  meinem  ende  gut. 

Ach  Vatar,  deck  all  meine  suenden 

Mit  dem  Verdienste  Jesu  zu, 

Darein  ich  mich  vest  glaeubig  winde, 

Das  gibt  mir  recht  erwuenschte  ruh« 
Mein  Gott,  ich  bitt  durch  Christi  blut, 
Mach's  nur  mit  meinem  ende  gut. 


28  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

/C^x  Metre  40.  Sweet  Repose, 

1  17RRLTNDE  stellt  das  weinen  ein, 

Jl      Wischt  die  thraenen  von  den  wangen, 
Was  soll  doch  das  klagen  seyn, 

Dasz  ich  von  euch  weggegangen  ? 
Trauret  nich  um  meinen  tod, 
Ich  bin  frey  von  aller  noth. 

2  Da  mein  leib  darnieder  fiel,  1 

Fiel  auch  mit  mein  feind  darnieder, 
Meiner  seele  hoechtem  ziel 

War  je  meinem  fleisch  zuwider  ; 
Weil  mein  leib  nun  weggerafft, 
Ist  mir  suesse  ruh  geschalt. 

3  Sagt,  was  dieses  leben  sey  ? 

Ist  es  nicht  ein  weg  zu  nennen, 
Der  von  dornen  niemals  frey  ? 

Alle  muesset  ihr  bekennen, 
Dasz  mein  schwerer  gang  volbracht, 
Da  ich  gebe  gute  nacht. 

4  Ferner  hat  mein  Jesus  mir 

Dort  die  Seligkeit  erworben, 
Geh'  ich  ein  zur  grabes-thuer, 

Ich  bin  dennoch  unverdorben  : 
Durch  des  Herren  auferstehn 
Werd  ich  in  den  himmel  geh'n. 

5  Stirbt  ein  Christ,  so  stirbt  sein  leid, 

Auch  sein  tod  stirbt  mit  dem  sterben  ; 
Ich  erwarte  nun  die  freud, 

Die  ich  ewig  soll  ererben  ; 
Zeitlichkeit  fahr  immer  hin, 
Weil  ich  jetzt  verewig't  bin, 


25 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  29 


L.  M.         Magdeburg^-Ruckbridge 


1  inEGRABT  den  leLb  in  seine  gruft, 
l)  ßisz  ihn  des  Richters  stimme  ruft, 
Wir  saeen  ihn  :  einst  blueh't  er  auf, 
Und  steigt  verkiaert  zu  Gott  hinauf; 

2  Aus  staube  schuf  ihn  einst  der  Herr  ; 

Er  war  schon  staub,  und  wird  nun  mehr, 
Er  liegt,  er  schlaeft,  verwesst,  erwacht, 
Dereinst  aus  dieser  todes  nacht. 

3  Des  frommen  seele  lebt  bey  Gott, 
Der  sie  aus  aller  ihrer  noth, 

Von  aller  ihrer  missethat 
Durch  seinen  Sohn  erloeset  hat. 

4  Hier  hat  ihn  truebsal  oft  gedrueckt, 
Nun  wird  er  Gott,  von  dir  erquick't, 
Hier  wandelt'  er  im  finstern  thai, 
Nun  ist  er  frey  von  schmerz  aud  quaal. 

5  Gott  blieb  er  treu  bisz  an  sein  grab, 
Nun  wisch't  Gott  seine  thraenen  ab  : 
Was  sind  die  leiden  dieser  zeit, 
Gott,  gegen  jene  herrlichkeit  ! 

6  Nuu,  du  erloester,  schlaf  in  ruh, 
Wir  gehn  nach  unsern  huetten  zu  ; 
Und  machen  zu  der  ewigkeit 

Mit  freud'  und  zitten  uns  bereit. 

/CU  L.   M.  Hebron — Windham. 

1   MO  grabet  mich  nun  immer  hin 
^  Da  ich  so  lang  verwahret  bin, 


30  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER, 

Bis  Gott  meis  treuer  seelen  Hirt, 
Mich  wieder  auferwecken  wird. 

2  Ja  freylich  werd  ich  durch  den  tod 
Zu  aschen,  erden,  staub  und  koth  ; 

Doch  wird  das  schwache  fleisch  und  bein, 
Von  meinem  Gott  bewahert  seyn. 

3  Mein  leib  wird  hier  der  weormer  spott. 
Die  seele  ist  bey  ihrem  Gott, 

Der  durch  sein's  Son's  blut's  bitterkeit 
Sie  hat  erloesst  zur  Seligkeit 

4  So  laszt  mich  nun  in  sanfter  ruh, 
Und  geht  nach  eurer  wohnung  zu 
Ein  jeder  denke  nacht  und  tag, 
Wie  er  auch  selig  sterben  mag 

&  I  Metre  25.  Hamburg, 

1  TT  7  ER  sind  die  vor  Gottes  throne, 

VV     Jene  unzaehlbare  schaar? 
Jeder  traeget  eine  krone, 

Jeder  stellt  dem  Lamm  sich  dar; 
Jeden  ziert  ein  weisz  gewand, 
Mit  den  palmen  in  der  hand. 

2  Laut  erschallen  ihre  lieder  ; 

Heil  sey  dem  der  auf  dem  thron 
Sitzt,  und  auf  uns  blickt  hernieder; 

Heil  dem  grossen  Menschensohn  ; 
Alle  engel  stehen  do, 
Alles  singt,  hallelujah. 

3  Es  sind  diese,  welche  kamen 
Aus  dem  tiefen  truebsals  meer, 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDeR.  3i 

Die  ihr  kreuz  gern  auf  sich  nahmen, 

Die  von  eigner  wuerde  leer: 
ßey  dem  Lamme  das  geschlacbt't, 
Fanden  sie  die  kleider  pracht. 


Der  fuer  sie  das  heil  erworben, 
Da  er  als  das  rechte  Lamm, 

Fuer  die  ganze  weit  gestorben 
An  dem  hohen  kreuzes-stamm 

Weidet  sie,  ja  will  alliein 

Selbst  die  suesse  weide  seyn. 


5  Er  bringt  sie  zu  wasser  quellen 

Wo  das  ewige  leben  quillt ; 
Nichts  kan  ihre  lust  vergaellen  : 

Hier  wird  nun  ihr  durst  gestillt ; 
Gott  selbst,  der  ihr  heil  und  licht, 
Wischt  die  thraenen  vom  gesicht. 

6  Hilf,  dasz  ich  dir  willig  diene 

Als  ein  priester  Gottes  hier. 
Dasz  ich  mich  im  fiehn  erkuehne, 

Dich  zu  nennen  meine  zier  : 
Deine  huette  decke  mich 
Fuer  dem  heissen  sonnen  stich. 

7  Wann  willst  du  mein  fiehn  erfuellen, 

Komm  mien  Heil,  dasz  ich  dich  schau  ! 
Eile  meinen  durst  zu  stillen  ; 

Fuehre  mich  auf  Zion's  au' ; 
Wische  meine  thraenen  ab  : 
Wohl  mir,  wenn  ich  dich  nur  hab. 


32  ANHANG  — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

/60  Metre  4.  Penitence. 

1  T3  INGE  recht,  wenn  Gottes  gnade 
W  Dich  nun  ziehet  und  bekehrt, 

Dasz  dein  geist  sich  recht  entlade 
Von  der  last  die  ihn  beschwert. 

2  Ringe,  denn  die  pfort  ist  enge, 
Und  der  lebens  weg  ist  schmal  ; 
Hier  bleibt  alles  im  gedraenge, 
Was  nicht  zielt  zum  himmels-saal. 

3  Kaempfe  bisz  aufs  blut  und  leben, 
Dring  hinein  in  Gottes  reich  : 
Will  der  satan  widerstreben, 
Werde  weder  matt  noch  weich. 

4  Ringe  mit  gebet  und  schreyen, 
Halte  damit  feurig  an  ; 

Lasz  dich  keine  zeit  gereuen, 
Waer's  auch  tag  und  nach  gethan. 

5  Hast  du  nun  die  perl  errungen, 
Denke  ja  nicht  dasz  du  nun 
Alles  boese  hast  bezwungen, 
Das  uns  schaden  pflegt  zu  thun. 

6  Wahre  treu  fuehrt  mit  der  suende 
Bis  ins  grab  bestaendig  krieg, 
Richtet  sich  nach  keinem  winde, 
Sucht  in  jedem  kämpf  den  sieg. 

7  Wahre  treu  kommt  dem  getuemmel 
Dieser  weit  niemals  zu  nah': 

Ist  ihr  schätz  doch  in  dem  himmel 
Drum  ist  auch  ihr  herz  allda. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  33 

8  Lieght  nicht  alle  weit  im  boesem  ? 
Steht  nich  Sodom  in  der  glut  ? 
Seele,  wer  soll  dich  erloesen? 
Eilen,  eilen  ist  hier  gut, 

9  Eile,  zaele  tag  und  stunden, 

ßisz  dein  Braeut'gam  huepft  und  springt, 
Und,  wen  du  nun  ueberwunden, 
Dich  zum  schauen  Gottes  bringht 
10  Eile  lauf  ihm  doch  entgegen 

Sprich  :  mein  Licht  ich  bin  bereit, 

Meine  huette  abzulegen, 

Mich  duerst'  nach  der  ewighkeit. 

£)(\     Mel.  Es  ist  gewiszlich  an  der, 
tCu  Metre  68,     Harmo?iia  Sacra, 

1  r\  seele  schaue  Jesum  an  ! 

V  J  Hier  kanst  du  recht  erkennen, 
Was  wahre  demuth  heissen  kan, 
Und  was  wir  sanftmuth  nennen. 
Er  stellt  sich  dir  zum  muster  dar: 
Wie  Jesus  Christ  gesinnet  war, 
So  sey  auch  du  gesinnet ! 

2  Er  war  der  grosse  Gottes — Sohn, 
Ihn  ehrten  Cherubinen ; 

Doch  lies  er  seinen  himmels  thron, 
Und  kam  um  uns  zu  dienen. 
Er  selbst,  der  Herr  der  herrlickeit, 
War  menschen  wohl  zu  thun  bereit 
So  sey  auch  du  gesinnet! 

3  Er  sah'  die  ganze  lebenszeit 
Aaf  seines  Vaters  wille, 

Durch  thun  und  leiden  stets  bereit, 


34  ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Ihn  treulich  zu  erfuellen. 
tn  allem,  was  er  dacht  und  that, 
Yerehrt'  er  seines  Vaters  rath. 
So  sey  du  ach  gesinnei ! 

4  Das  boese  sucht'  er  alsobald 
Mit  gutem  zu  vergelten  : 

Man  hoerte,  wann  die  weit  ihn  schalt, 

Jhn  niemals  wieder  schelten, 

Man  hoert'  ihn  nich  um  räche  schrein, 

Er  uebergab  es  Gott  allein; 

So  sey  du  auch  gesinnet! 

5  Wenn  stolz  und  eigenliebe  sich, 
O  seele,  bey  dir  reget  ; 

So  staerke  Jesu  beyspiel  dich  j 
Dann  wirst  du  nicht  beweget, 
Ach  nimm  doch  dessen  wort  in  acht, 
Und  denke,  wie  er's  hat  gemacht, 
So  sey  du  auch  gesinnet! 


3 


Mel.     Jesu  meine  Zuversicht. 

1  TpOLGT  mir  wolt  ihr  Christen  seyn, 
Jj    Ruft  der  Herr  in  seinem  worte  ; 
Auf  dem  kreutzweg  geh't  herein, 
Und  ring't  nach  der  eng^n  pforte  ; 
Laszt  euch  keinen  eiteln  blick 

Oder  welt-bsauch  zieh'n  zurueck. 

2  Unverdrossen  schickt  euch  nun, 
Jesu  jock  auf  euch  zu  nehmen, 
Seinen  willen  gern  zu  thun, 
Kuren  aber  zu  bezaehmen  : 
Christen  wissen  anders  nicht 
Auszuueben  diese  pilicht. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  35 

3  T'ef  erniedrig't  sey  der  sinn, 
Hochmuth  aber  ausgetrieben  ; 
Arm  am  geist  seyn  bringt  gewinn, 
Reich  genug  sind,  die,  Gott  lieben, 
Und  sie  fuerchten  keinen  feind  ; 
Denn  der  Hoechste  ist  ihr  freund. 

4  Aller  kummer  der  euch  nagt, 

Sey  verbannt  auf  heut3  und  morgen  ; 
Christus  hat  ihn  untersagt, 
Heget  also  keine  sorgen; 
Weil  er  selber  sorgen  will, 
Ach  so  seyd  getrost  und  still. 

5  Eure  Gott-gelassenheit 

Bleibe  vest  gegruend't  im  glauben, 
Eh'  euch  der  genusz  erfreu't,* 
Laszt  euch  nicht  die  hoffnng  rauben; 
Jn  vergnuegter  herzensruh' 
Nehme  sie  bestaendig  zu. 


31 


Metre  33.  Germany, 

TESU  deine  tiefe  wunden 
, !    Deine  quaal  und  bitt'rer  tod  ; 
Geben  mir  zu  allen  stunden, 
Trost  in  leibs  und  seelen  noth  : 
Faellt  mir  etwas  arges  ein, 
Denk  ich  bald  an  deine  pein, 
Die  erlaubet  meinem  herzen, 
Mit  den  suenden  nicht  zu  scherzen. 
Will  sich  denn  in  wollust  weiden, 
Mein  verderbtes  fleisch  und  blut, 
So  gedenk  ich  an  dein  leiden, 
Bald  wird  alles  wieder  gut ; 


3(5  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Kommt  der  satan  und  setzt  mir 
Heftig  zu,  halt  ich  ihm  fuer, 
Deine  gnad  und  gnadenzeichen, 
Bald  musz  er  von  dannen  weichen* 

3  Will  die  weit  mein  herze  fuehren, 
Auf  die  breite  wollust  bahn  ; 

Da  nichts  ist  als  jubilihren, 
Alsdann  schau  ich  emsig  an 
Deine  marter  schwere  last, 
Die  du  augestanden  hast, 
So  kan  ich  in  andacht  bleiben, 
Alle  boese  lust  vertreiben, 

4  Ja,  fuer  alles,  was  mich  kraenket, 
Geben  deine  wunden  kraft ; 

Wenn  mein  herz  hinein  sich  saenket 
Hab  ich  neuen  lebens  saft ; 
Deines  trostes  suessigkeit, 
Wend't  in  mir  das  bitt're  leid, 
Der  du  mir  das  heil  erworben, 
Da  du  fuer  mich  bist  gestorben. 

5  Auf  dich  setz  ich  mein  vertrauen, 
Du  bist  meine  Zuversicht ; 

Dein  tod  hat  den  tod  gehauen, 
Dasz  er  mich  kan  toedten  nicht : 
Bringet  mir  trost,  schütz  und  heil : 
Dasz  ich  an  dir  habe  theil, 
Deine  gnade  wird  mir  geben 
Auferstehung,  licht  und  leben, 

tZJ/&     Mel,     Es  ist  gewiszlich  an — 
1  "VT ACH  meiner  seelen  Seligkeit 
_[\|    Lasz,  Herr,  mich  eifrig  ringen. 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  37 

Sollt  ich  die  kurze  gnadenzeit 

In  Sicherheit  verbringen  ? 

Wie  wuerd'  ich  einst  vor  dir  bestehn? 

Wer  in  dein  reich  wuensch't  einzugehen, 

Musz  reines  herzens  werden. 

Erst  an  dem  schlusz  der  lebensbahn 

Auf  seine  suenden  sehen, 

Und  wenn  man  nicht  mehr  sund'gen  kan, 

Gott  um  erbarmung  riehen  : 

Das  ist  der  wejj  zum  leben  nicht, 

Denn  uns,  O  Gott,  dein  Unterricht 

In  deinem  wort  bezeichnet. 

Du  rufst  uns  hier  zur  heiligung ; 
Drum  lasz  auch  hier  auf  erden 
Des  herzens  wahre  besserung 
Mein  haupt^eschaefte  werden. 
Herr,  darzu  gib  mir  kraft  und  trieb; 
Nichts  in  der  weit  sey  mir  so  lieb. 
Als  diese  deine  gnade. 

Gewoenn'  ich  auch  die  ganze  weit 

Mit  allen  ihren  freuden, 

Und  solte  das.  was  dir  gefaellt, 

O  Gott,  darueber  meiden  ; 

Was  huHfe  mirs  ?  nie  kann  die  weit 

Mit  allem,  was  sie  in  sich  haelt 

Mir  deine  gnad5  ersetzen. 

Was  fuehr't  mich  zur  Zufriedenheit 

Schon  hier  in  diesem  leben  ? 

Was  kann  mir  trost  und  freudigkeit 

In  noth,  im  tode  geben  ? 

Nicht  mensheng un$tf  flieht  irälßch  glueck, 


38  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER    LIEDER. 

Nur  Gottes  gnad'  und  dann  ein  blick 
Auf  jenes  lebens  freude. 

6  Nach  diesem  kleinod,  Herr,  Iasz  mich 
Vor  allen  dingen  trachten, 
Und  alles,  was  mir  hinderlich, 
Mit  edlem  muth  verachten  : 
Dasz  ich  auf  deinen  wegen  geh', 
Und  im  geriebt  dereinst  besteh', 
Sey  meine  groeste  sorge. 

•V*)      Mel.      Wie  nach  einer  wawerqnell*. 
ÖÖ  Metre  33.  Germany, 

1  T)R^NGE  welt  mit  deinem  wissen, 
l      Dasz  du  jetzt  so  hoch  gebracht ! 

Ich  kann  deine  Weisheit  missen, 
Die  der  weise  Gott  veracht : 
Meines  Jesu  kreutz  und  pein. 
Soll  mein  liebstes  wissen  seyn  : 
Weisz  ich  das  im  wahren  glauben, 
Wer  will  mir  den  himmel  rauben  ? 

2  And're  moegen  Weisheit -nennen, 
Was  hier  in  die  äugen  faelit, 

Ob  sie  schon  den  nicht,  erkennen 
Dessen  Weisheit  alles  haelt; 
Mir  soll  meines  Jesu  pein 
Meine  kunst  und  Weisheit  seyn  : 
Das  geheimnisz  seiner  liebe 
1st  die  schul',  da  ich  mich  uebe. 

?   Andre  moegen  ihre  sinnen 

Schaerfen  durch  Verschlagenheit, 
Dasz  sie  lob  und  rühm  gewinnen 
Bey  den  grossen  dieser  zeit  * 


ANHANG — DUETSCHER  LTEDER. 

Ich  will  meines  Heiland's  schmach 
Ganz  alleine  denken  nach  ; 
Christen  will  es  nicht  geziemen, 
Dasz  sie  sich  des  eiteln  ruehmen. 

4  Andern  kan  und  mags  gelingen, 
Wenn  sie  schieinig  und  geschickt 
Grosses  gut  zusammen  bringen, 
Und  wenn  ihnen  alles  glueek't: 

O!   mein  reichthum,  glueck  und  thiel, 
Ist  der  armen  suender  heil: 
Dieses  weis  mein  herz  zu  finden, 
Und  die  weit  zu  ueberwinden. 

5  Ky  !  so  komm  mein  Wahres  Leben, 
Komm  und  unterweise  mich  ; 

Dir  will  ich  mein  herz  ergeben, 
Dasz  es  wisse  nichts  als  dich. 
Allerliebste   Wissenschaft  ! 
Ach  !   beweise  deine  kraft, 
Dasz  ich  einzig  an  dir  hange, 
Und  nichts  ausser  dir  verlange. 

6  Weisz  ich  keinen  trost  auf  erden, 
Klagt  mich  mein  gewissen  an, 
Will  mir  angst  und  bange  werden, 
Ist  nichts  dasz  mir  helfen  kan  ; 
Drueckt  mich  des  gesetzes  joch; 
So  lasz  mich  bedenken  doch, 
Dasz  du  hast  mit  deinem  blute 
Gnad5  erlanget,  mir  zu  gute. 

7  Ach  mein  Jesu  !  pflanze  weiter 
Diesses  wissen  in  mein  herz  : 

Sey  mein  treuer  Freund  und  Leiter, 
Und  lasz  deines  todes  schmerz, 


40  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 

Deine  schwere  kreuzes  pein 
Mir  stets  in  gedanken  sey'n  ; 
Du  hast  dich  mir  wollen  schenken, 
Daran  lasz  mich  ewig  denken. 

8  Endlich,  wenn  des  todes  grauen 

t    Alles  wissen  von  mir  treibt, 
So  lasz  meine  äugen  schauen 

g  Diesen  trost  der  ewig  bleibt  : 
Jesus  leiden,  kreuz  und  pein 
Soll  mein  letztes  wissen  seyn, 
Jesus  hilf  mir  das  vollbringen  ; 

*   So  will  ich  dir  ewig  singen. 


34 


Mel.     Alle  men&rhen  rnne$sen—> 

I j  k   CH  wann  werd  ich  von  der  suende, 
l\_  Gott,  mein  Vater,  volü«:  frey, 
Dasz  ich  ganz  sie  ueberwinde, 

f  Gansz  dir  wohlgefaelüg  sey  ? 

Noch  nicht,  ich  gesteh  s  mit  thraenen, 
Kann  ich  mich  von  ihr  entwoehnen  ! 
Noch  zu  oft  noch  regt  sie  sich, 
Und  versucht  zum  boesen  mich. 

2  In  der  andacht  sel'gen  stunden, 
Wo  mein  geist  die  Wahrheit  hoert, 
Hab'  ich  of  das  gleuck  empfunden, 
Das  die  froemigkeit  gewaehrt ; 
Habe  nichts  so  sehr  hienieden 

Mir  gewuenscht,  als  innern  frienen, 
Als  ein  herz,  dir  ganz  geweiht, 
Ganz  der  tugend  Seligkeit. 

3  Voll  von  heiligen  entschluessen 
'Schlosz  ich  dann  dir  treu  zu  seyn* 


ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  41 

Und  mit  wachtsamen  gewissen 
Meiner  Unschuld  mich  zu  freu'n ; 
Willig  wolPt  ich  da  mein  leben 
Dir,  mein  Gott  zum  dienst  ergeben, 
Aller  suende  widersteh'n, 
Standhaft  deine  wege  geh'n. 

Aber,  ach  !  zu  schnell  empoeret 
Sich  der  leidenschaften  macht, 
Die  verdunkelt,  schwaecht  und  stoeret, 
Was  ich  sonst  so  gut  bedacht : 
Ploetzliche  versuch  ungszeiten, 
Beyspiel,  reisz  der  eitelkeiten, 
Deren  schwärm  mich  stets  umringt, 
Das  ists  was  zum  fall  mich  bring't. 

O  ich  armer,  dem  zur  treue 

Feste  seelenkraft  noch  fehl't, 

Den  so  oft  die  tiefste  reue, 

CJud  so  oft  doch  fruchtlos  quaelt  ! 

Ach  wer  wird  mich  ganz  vom  boesen, 

Von  des  todes  leib  erloesen  ? 

Ich  elender,  wer  befieyt 

Ganz  mich  von  der  suendlichkeit  ? 

Du  verzeihst  mir  die  gebrechen 
Meiner  suendlichen  natur, 
Nicht  die  Schwachheit  willst  du  raechen  ; 
Boesen  vorsatz  strafst  du  nur  : 
Haett  ich  nicht  den  trost,  ich  wuerde 
Unter  meiner  fehler  buerde 
Ganz  erliegen,  und  mich  dein, 
Hoechstes  Gut,  nie  koennen  freun'n. 

Stellet  mir  denn  hier  auf  erden 
Lebenslang  die  suende  nach  j 


42  ANHANG — DEUTSCHER  LIEDES. 

Kann  ich  nicht  vollkommen  werden, 
Bin  und  bleib  ich  immer  schwach; 
O  so  segne  mein  bestreben, 
So  gerecht  ich  kan,  zu  leben, 
Dasz  ich  doch  von  heucheley 
und  von  bosheit  ferne  sey. 

8  Wenn  ich  falle  lasz  mich's  merken  ; 
Lasz  mieh  streben  aufzusteh'n  ; 
Eile  mich,  dein  kind,  zu  starken ! 
Lehre  selbst  mich  vester  jrehn  ; 
Warne  mich,  sey  mein  bereiter, 
Taeglich  fnehre,  Gott,  mich  weiter, 
ßisz  mich  einst  die  ewiakeit 
Bringet  zur  Vollkommenheit. 

OK      Met,.      Wer  nur  den  liehen  Gott — 
(jQ         Metre  8.         Day  Star.     Bar.  Sat. 

1  1  CH  habe  nun  den  grund  gefunden, 
|    Der  meinen  Anker  ewig  haelt, 

Wo  anders  als  in  Jesu  wunde u  ? 
Da  lag  er  vor  der  zeit  der  weit : 
Den  grund  der  unbeweglich  steht, 
Wann  erd  und  himmel  untergeht. 

2  Es  ist  das  ewige  erharmen, 
Das  alles  denken  uebersteigt; 
Es  sind  die  offne  liebes  armen 

Desz,  der  sich  zu  dem  suender  neight ; 
Dem  gegen  uns  das  herze  bricht, 
Dasz  wir  nicht  kommen  ins  gericht. 

3  Wir  sollen  nicht  verlohren  werden, 
Gott  will,  uns  soll  geholfen  seyn  ; 
Deswegen  kam  der  Sohn  auf  erden, 


ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  43 

Und  nahm  hernach  den  himmel  ein, 
Deswegen  klopft  er  fuer  und  fuer 
So  stark  an  unsers  herzens  thuer. 

4  0  obgrund  !   welcher  uns're  suenden 
Durch  Christi  tod  verschlungen  hat; 
Das  heiszt  die  wunden  recht  verbinden, 
Da  findet  kein  verdammen  statt, 

Weil  Christi  blut  bestaendig  schreyt : 
Barmherzigkeit !  barmherzigkeit. 

5  Darein  wTill  ich  mich  glaubig  senken, 
Dem  will  ich  mich  getrost  vertrau'n  ; 
Und,  wenn  mich  meine  suenden  kraenken, 
Nur  bald  nach  Gottes  heize  schairn, 

Da  findet  sich  zu  aller  zeit 
Unendliche  barmherzigkeit. 

6  Wird  alles  and're  weggerissen, 
Was  seel  und  leib  erquicken  kan  ; 
Darf  ich  von  keinem  tröste  wissen, 
Und  scheine  voellig  ausgetban  : 
1st  die  errettung  noch  so  weit, 
Mir  bleibet  doch  barmherzigkeit. 

Musz  ich  an  meinen  besten  werken, 
Darinnen  ich  gewandelt  bin, 
Viel  unvollkommenheit  bemerken, 
Und  faellt  wohl  alles  ruehmen  hin  ; 
So  ist  mir  doch  der  trost  bereit : 
Ich  hoffe  auf  barmherzigkeit. 

!  Es  gehe  nur  nach  dessen  willen, 
ßey  dem  so  viel  erbarmen  ist; 
Er  wolle  selbst  mein  herze  stillen. 
Damit  es  das  nur  nich  vergiszt: 


44  ANHANG— DEUTSCHER  UEDER, 

So  stehet  es  in  lieb  und  leid, 

In,  durch,  und  auf  barmherzigkeit, 

9  Bey  diesem  gründe  will  ich  bleiben, 
So  lange  mich  die  erde  trag't ; 
Das  will  ich  denken,  thun  und  treiben, 
So  lange  sich  ein  klied  bewegt: 
So  sing  ich  einsten  hoechst  erfreu't: 

0  abgrund  der  barmherzigkeit ! 

3/>         Mel.     Gott  des  hi  mm  eh  und — 
V3        Metre  25.  Hamburg.     Har.  Sae. 

1  "T7"0MM,  O  komm  du  Geist  des  lebens, 

|\_  Wahrer  Gott  von  ewigkeit  ! 
Deine  kraft  sey  nicht  vergebens, 
Sie  er  fuell'  uns  jederzeit ; 
So  wird  geisr  und  licht  und  schein 
In  den  dunkeln  herzen  seyn. 

§  Gib  in  unser  herz  und  sinnen 

Weisheit,  rath,  verstand  und  zucht  \ 
Dasz  wir  anders  nichts  beginnen, 
Denn  was  nur  dein  wille  sucht; 
Dein  erkenntnisz  werde  grosz, 
Und  mach  mich  von  suenden  los. 

3  Zeige,  Herr,  die  wohlfahrts-stege  ; 
Das,  was  hinter  uns  gethan, 
Raeume  ferner  aus  dem  wege, 
Schlecht  und  recht  sey  um  uns  an  ; 
Wirke  reu'  an  suenden  statt, 
Wen  der  fuss  gestrauchelt'  hat. 

4  Lasz  uns  stets  dein  zeugnisz  fuehlen, 
Dasz  wir  Gottes  kinder  sind, 

Pie  auf  ihn  alleine  zielen. 


ANHANG— DEUTSCHER  LIEDER.  45 

Wenn  sich  noth  und  drangsal  find't : 
Denn  des  Vaters  liebens  ruth 
1st  uns  allewege  gut. 

5  Reiz'  uns,  dasz  wir  zu  ihm  treten 
Frey  mit  aller  freudigkeit 
Seufz'  auch  in  uns  wen  wir  beten, 
Und  vertritt  uns  allezeit : 

So  wird  uns're  bitt'  erhoert, 
Und  die  Zuversicht  gemehr't. 

6  Wird  uns  auch  nach  tröste  bange, 
Dasz  das  herz  oft  rufen  musz  ; 

Ach  !  mein  Gott,  mein  Gott  wrie  lange  ? 
Ey  so  mache  den  beschlusz  ; 
Sprich  der  seele  troestlich  zu, 
Und  gib  muth,  geduld,  und  ruh'. 

7  0  du  Geist  der  kraft  und  staerke, 
Du  gewisser  neuer  Geist, 
Foerd're  in  uns  deine  werke, 
Sey  von  uns  stets  hoch  gepreiszt, 
Schenk  uns  waffen  in  dem  kreig, 
Durch  dich  werde  uns  den  sieg. 

8  Herr  bewahr  auch  unsern  glauben, 
Dasz  kein  teufel,  tod  noch  spott 
Uns  denselben  moege  rauben  ; 

Du  bist  unser  schütz  und  Gott ; 
Sag't  das  fleisch  gleich  immer  nein 
Lasz  dein  wort  gewisser  seyn. 

9  Wenn  wir  endlich  sollen  sterben, 
So  versich're  uns  je  mehr, 

Als  des  himmel  reiches  erben 
Jener  herrlichkeit  und  ehr, 
Die  uns  unser  Gott  erkiess't 
Und  nicht  auszusprechen   st. 


46  ANHANG DEUTSCHER  LIEDER. 


37 


Mel.     Zion  hlaght  mir  angst  urrd* 


Metre  33.  Harmon ia  Sacra. 

1  ""  TERR  es  ist  von  meinem  leben 
_£x  Abermal  ein  tag  dahin, 
Lehre  mich  nun  achtung  geben, 
Ob  ich  froemmer  worden  bin  ; 
Zeige  mir  auch  ferner  an, 

•    So  ich  was  nich  rocht  gethan, 
Und  huelf  du  in  allen  Sachen 
Guten  feyerabend  machen. 

2  Freylich  wirst  du  manches  finden, 
Dasz  dir  nicht  gefallen  hat  ; 
Denn  ich  bin  noch  voller  suenden 
In  gedanken,  wort,  und  that, 
Und  vom  morgen  bisz  jetzund 
Pfleget  herze,  hand  und  mund 

So  geschwind  und  oft  zu  fehlen, 
Dasz  ichs  nimmermehr  kan  zaehlen 

3  Aber,  O  du  Gott  der  gnaden  ! 
Habe  noch  mit  mir  geduld  ! 
Ich  bin  freylick  schwer  beladen, 
Doch  vergib  mir  meine  schuld, 
Rechne  nicht  dip  missethat, 
Sondern  zeig  mir  deine  gnad, 
So  will  ich  auch  deinen  willen 
Kuenftig  mehr  ais  bettf;  erfüllen, 

4  Herr!  dein  äuge  g^h't  nich  unter, 
Wenn  es  bey  uns  abend  wird, 
Denn  du  bleibest  ewig  munter, 
Und  bist  wie  rUi  guter  Hirt, 

Der  auch  in  d»r  finstern  nacht 
üeber  seine  heerde  wacht, 


REGISTER.  47 

Also  gib  uns,  deinen  schlafen, 
Dasz  wir  alle  sicher  schafen. 

Lasz  mich  dann  gesund  erwachen 
Wenn  es  rechte  zeit  wird  seyn, 
Dasz  ich  ferner  meine  Sachen 
Richte  dir  zu  ehren  ein  : 
Order  hast  du,  lieber  Gott! 
Heute  mir  bestimmt  den  tod, 
So  befehl  ich  dir  am  ende 
Leib  und  seel  in  deine  haeide. 

REGISTER. 

DER  DEUTSCHEN  LIEDER. 


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Aile  menschen  müssen  sterben 25 

Auf  seele  auf  und  saeume  nicht 8 

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DER  tag  ist  hin  mit  seinem  lichte 22 

Die  glocke  schlangt  und  zeigt  damit 23 

Durch  viele  gross*  plagen..  .    10 

ES  ist  gewiszlich  an  der  zeit 24 

FREUNDE  stellt  das  weinen  ein 28 

Folg't  mir  wollt  ihr  christen  seyn 28 

GOTT  des  himmpls  und  der  erden .20 

Gott  hab  ich  mich  ergebt?« 17 

Gott  sey  dank  in  aller  weit 9 

HERR  Jesu  Gnatten-sonne 11 

Herr  es  ist  von  meinem  leben 46 


48  REGISTER. 

ICH  habe  nun  den  grund  gefunden  . .  * 42 

Ich  will  lieben  und  mich  ueben 13 

Ihr  junge  helden  aufgewacht 21 

JESU  deine  tiefe  wunden 35 

KOMM,  O  komm,  du  Geist  des  lebens 44 

LIEBSTER  Jesu  wir  sind  hier 1 

MEIN  Gott  das  herz  ich  bringe  dir 10 

Mir  nach  spricht  Christus  unser 4 

NACH  einer  pruefung  kurzer 1& 

Nach  meiner  seelen  Seligkeit 36 

Nun  lobet  alle  Gottes  Sohn 5 

O  SEELE  schaue  Jesum  an 33 

PRANGE  weit  mit  deinem  wissen 38 

RINGE  recht  wen  Gottes  gnade 32 

SETZE  dich  mein  geist  ein  wenig 14 

Sey  lob  und  ehr  dem  hoechsten  gut 7 

Sieh'  hier  bin  ich  Ehren-Koening 3 

So  grabet  mich  nun  immer  hin 29 

THEURES  wort  aus  Gottes  munde 2 

WER  sind  die  vor  Gottess  throne 30 

Wer  weis  wie  nahe  mir  mein 27 

Wo  soll  ich  hin,  wer  hilfet  mir 15 


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